The Golden Crossing

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The dream began with the smell of yeast. It was a sharp, acidic scent. It cut through the fog. The fog was thick. It lay low on the ground. It clung to the boots of the men. The men stood in a line. They held their breath. The air was still. The air was heavy. It pressed against the skin. It pushed against the eyes. The eyes were closed. The eyes were wet. The tears were cold. The tears were...

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