The Wistful Crossroads

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The concrete was still wet. That was the first thing I noticed, the smell of it, a sharp, alkaline sting that cut through the stale air of my study before I even opened the door. I stepped out onto the porch, my slippers squeaking against the wood, and looked down at the intersection of Main Street and Oak Avenue. It was gone. The dirt road, the one I had walked every Sunday for thirty years to...

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