The Wistful Crossroads

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Do you remember the sound of the fog? It did not just hide the bells; it ate them, swallowing the bronze clang before it could reach the eardrum, leaving only a dull, wet thud in the air. I was fifty-two when the rot first settled in my chest, a cold dampness that no amount of heating could dry. I had spent thirty years in the shipyard, welding the hulls of the orbital cemetery bay, my hands...

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