The Golden Crossing

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"You are not a man," the High Magistrate said. His voice was soft, like dry leaves skittering over stone. "You are a function. A tool of the state. And tools do not love." I stood in the center of the Obsidian Hall. The floor was black glass, polished to a mirror sheen. It reflected my uniform, the dark blue wool, the brass buttons. It reflected the sword at my hip. It did not reflect my soul....

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