The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 21:40:03 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that turned the streets of London into a blur of wet asphalt and distant, breathing headlights. I stood at the window of the flat I had rented for only three weeks, watching the water bead and slide down the glass, each droplet carrying the reflection of my own hollow face, a ghost trapped in a pane of cold, vibrating...

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