The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 18:08:03 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended itself in the gray air above the city, a static curtain of water droplets waiting for permission to drop. You stood under the awning of the closed bakery on 4th Street, your hand resting on the hilt of your service pistol. The leather was wet. It stuck to your skin. You could feel the cold seeping through the fabric of your uniform, a persistent, icy...

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