The Golden Crossing

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The bullet struck the mirror before it struck me, or perhaps the mirror struck the bullet, shattering the reflection into a thousand jagged, screaming shards that hung suspended in the stale, recirculated air of the interrogation room. I did not blink. I had been trained, by the very institution that now sought to erase my name from the roster, to remain motionless when the world broke apart....

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