The Golden Crossing

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The dream was always the same. It began in the basement of the university, a place that smelled of damp plaster and old ink, where the light did not come from the sky but from the veins of the floorboards. In the dream, Thomas’s left hand was not flesh and bone but a slab of pale, translucent quartz. He could see the sedimentary layers trapped inside, fossilized ferns and the crushed shells of...

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