The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-17 13:03:50 -

The dream was of water. Cold, black, and endless. Silas woke with a gasp. His breath hung in the air, a thin white wire in the dark room. The walls of the barracks were peeling. The paint curled away like dead skin. He sat up. The sheets were damp. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. The clock on the shelf said four in the morning. The iron hands ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. A slow, heavy...

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