The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-18 19:40:33 -

The rain did not fall. It stood. It hung in the air like a suspended breath, a grey veil that never touched the ground. I watched it from the window of my office on the fourth floor. Below, the city moved in a slow, viscous crawl. Cars. People. The usual machinery. But the rain was wrong. It had been wrong for three days. Since I started seeing the birds. I looked at my desk. A stack of files....

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