The Golden Crossing

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I woke with the taste of iron and old rain in my mouth, the dream still clinging to my eyelids like wet moss, a vision of a gate that stood in the middle of the ocean, a gate of gold that did not shine but rather absorbed the light of the sun, a gate that had no hinges and no keyhole, only a presence that hummed with the frequency of a thousand dying stars. I was standing on the bridge of the...

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