The Golden Crossing

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I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue. It was the taste of old pennies. The taste of rain on hot asphalt. I sat up. The sheets were twisted around my legs like vines. Outside, the sky was the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It was still dark. I could hear the wind. It moved through the eaves with a low, dry whisper. Like a secret. Like a warning. I am not what you think I am. But I...

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