The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-18 01:13:29 -

The bridge was made of gold. Not painted. Not plated. Solid, heavy, trembling metal that hummed against the cold November wind. It spanned the chasm between the two factory districts, a ribbon of light suspended over the black sludge of the river. I stood on the eastern bank. My hands shook. I held a ledger. The pages were blank. I had been walking for three days. I had not slept. I had not...

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