The Golden Crossing

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The stamp was red. It sat on the desk. Ellis stared at it. The ink was dry. The paper was thin. It smelled of dust. And old fear. He held it tight. His hands shook. No, they did not shake. They trembled. A fine vibration. Like a wire. Under tension. The room was cold. The air was still. Outside, the city hummed. A low, industrial drone. Steam from the pipes. The clatter of carts. Ellis ignored...

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