The Golden Crossing
The ambulance did not come, but the sky did, splitting open above the sterile white ceiling of the isolation ward with a violence that made the fluorescent lights flicker and die, leaving only the dim, amber glow of the emergency strips that lined the floor, strips that seemed to pulse in time with the erratic, mechanical thud of the ventilator pushing air into the lungs of the man who lay...
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