The Golden Crossing

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sigh, a long, trembling exhalation of the house itself, as if the timber had finally grown tired of holding back the rot that had been feeding on its roots for a century. I watched the walls peel away like the skin of a fruit left too long in the sun, revealing the blackened, charred skeleton beneath, and in that moment, the boundary between the...

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