The Golden Crossing
The sky tore open above the salt flats not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the color from the world and left only a bleached, bone-white void. I stood at the edge of the crossing, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible, visceral knowledge that the thing I had spent thirty years...
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