The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, golden curtain that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. We stood in the atrium of the Federal Bureau of Anomalies, a vast, sterile cathedral of glass and steel that overlooked the gray sprawl of Chicago. The air inside was recycled, cold, and tasted faintly of antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the heavy, sweet decay of the storm outside. I...

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