The Wistful Crossroads

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Esther Zorn stood at the edge of the salt flats, the wind pulling at her wool skirt with a violence that felt personal. She clutched the silver locket against her chest, its surface cracked but still humming with a low, tectonic vibration that matched the rhythm of her own terrified heart. It was a small weight, barely an ounce of metal, yet it held the entire gravity of her identity; without...

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