The Wistful Crossroads

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The light in the server room was a sterile, flickering blue that made the dust motes look like suspended cells. You counted the hours on the whiteboard, scratching out the tally marks with a piece of chalk that left a fine grey powder on your fingertips. It was the fourth day of the cycle, and your mother’s medical bill was another two thousand dollars closer to insolvency. You were nineteen, a...

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