The Golden Crossing

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The air in the mess hall tasted of copper and stale sweat. "Pass the sugar, Thomas." Elias did not turn. He held the spoon tight. His knuckles were white. The porcelain bowl in his hand felt heavy, dense as a stone pulled from a riverbed. "Thomas?" The voice belonged to Major Halloway. It was soft. Too soft. It carried the weight of a verdict delivered without shouting. Elias looked up. The...

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