The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink bled slightly into the cheap paper of my journal, a dark bloom against the cream fiber. It was the night of the Solstice Gala, the biggest night of the year for the Grand Meridian Hotel, and I was standing in the sub-basement corridor, my hand trembling not from cold, but from the specific, hollow ache of wanting something I was never meant to have. I wanted the position. I wanted Mr....

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