The Golden Crossing

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The dream does not have a floor, only a ceiling of dark, swirling water that presses against your forehead like a cold, wet hand, and in this place where gravity is a suggestion rather than a law, you see the fox. It is not a fox as you know them, not the reddish, skittish creatures that dart across the highway in the autumn, but a creature of pale, translucent skin, its bones visible like the...

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