The Golden Crossing

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The moss was green. It was a violent, breathing green. It ate the floorboards. It drank the light. I watched it spread. It moved like water. It moved like time. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a clerk. I sit at a desk. I file papers. The papers are dry. The air is dry. But the moss is wet. It started in the corner. A single thread. Then a patch. Then a tide. It climbed the leg of my chair. It...

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