The Golden Crossing

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The ceiling tiles of the interrogation room were a uniform, sickly beige, a grid of acoustic foam that seemed to absorb not just sound but the very air of the space, leaving me with a taste of stale copper and ozone on my tongue, and as I sat there in my uniform, the fabric of my trousers feeling like sandpaper against my knees, I watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that...

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