The Wistful Crossroads

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Shadows do not belong to us; we belong to them. I I sat in the hurricane shelter on the second week of the strike, the air heavy with wet concrete and fear, while my shadow lay flat on the floor, refusing to rise. It was a thick, oily thing, pooling around my boots like spilled ink, and it did not move when I moved. Hwan, the broker, stood by the door, his hands in the pockets of his coat,...

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