The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass was bleeding. That was the first thing I knew when I woke, the red stain spreading across the floor of my mind like a spill of cheap wine. I sat up in the cot, the springs groaning under the shift of my weight. The room was dark, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. I rubbed my face, the skin tight and dry. "Mara," I whispered, but the name died in the...

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