The Golden Crossing

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The stamp hit the paper with a dull, final thud. *Denied.* I looked up. The office was cold. The radiator clanked, a rhythmic, industrial heartbeat in the silence. Across the desk, the clerk did not meet my eyes. He adjusted his spectacles. The lenses were thick, distorting the bridge of his nose into a grotesque, bulbous swell. "Form 104-B," he said. His voice was flat. Dry. "Insufficient...

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