The Golden Crossing

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the stone walls of the asylum. I sat in my cell, a room no larger than a closet, counting the cracks in the plaster. My hands were raw, the skin peeling back in red strips, but I did not care for the pain. I cared only for the silence that followed the counting. It was a silence that...

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