The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-17 12:17:28 -

I dreamt of the flour again. It fell like snow in a room with no windows. I stood in the center, arms raised, trying to catch it on my tongue. It tasted of iron and old blood. I woke with my mouth dry, the taste still clinging to the roof of my palate. The mill was silent outside. The gears did not turn. They had not turned for three days. Thomas stood by the door. He did not look at me. He...

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