The Golden Crossing

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The truck’s suspension groaned under the weight of the crates, a low, metallic complaint that vibrated through the soles of your boots as you navigated the gravel road into Harrow’s Creek. The air was thick with the scent of wet pine and diesel, a smell that had become your own signature since the discharge. You were not here to inspect, not officially, though the badge on your chest still held...

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