The Golden Crossing

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The gold was not merely metal; it was a fever, a living thing that hummed against the skin of my wrist. I looked down at it, the heavy bracelet catching the pale, sterile light of the office, and felt the old, primal hunger stir in my gut. It was a beautiful, terrible thing. It was the only thing I had left of Mother, and the only thing I could sell to keep the lights on in our crumbling house...

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