The Golden Crossing
The brass badge sat on the table. It was cold. It was bright. It was a mirror. Captain Elias Thorne stared at it. The metal caught the light from the single bulb above. The light was yellow. The light was old. The room was small. The walls were wood. The wood was dark. He touched the badge. His finger brushed the engraving. The letters were deep. The letters were sharp. He picked it up. It...
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