The Golden Crossing

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The knee was wrong. It hummed. A low, tectonic vibration that traveled up the femur and settled in the marrow of the spine. Arthur held it. He held the joint with both hands, thumbs pressing into the patella, feeling the cold steel beneath the skin. It was not bone. It was never bone. He had known this for three years. He had known it since the morning the rain turned to ash and the sky forgot...

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