The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-17 21:33:58 -

The room smells of ozone and stale beer. You are standing. Your hands are steady. They have been steady for a long time. You look at the glass in your hand. It is clear. It is cold. You drink. You are a soldier. Or you were. The uniform is gone. The insignia is gone. But the posture remains. It is etched into your spine. You do not slouch. You do not shift your weight. You stand like a fence...

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