The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 00:29:25 -

The dream came back. It always did. Miles stood at the edge of the pond. The water was black. It was not water. It was ink. It was time. He looked down. He saw his face. It was old. It was tired. It was him. But it was also not him. It was the man he would be. The man who had failed. The man who had run. He woke. The room was cold. The window was open. Rain tapped on the glass. A soft,...

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