The Golden Crossing

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The dream was a corridor of wet stone. It smelled of rain and old copper. Thomas stood at the end, holding a door that did not open. He knew the weight of the handle. He knew the cold of the metal. He was not afraid. He was waiting. The corridor stretched behind him, infinite and dark. It was not a memory. It was a prediction. Or perhaps it was simply the truth, stripped of its context. Thomas...

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