The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. It hung in the air like a fine, grey dust, settling on the shoulders of the workers, the hair of the managers, the glass of the windows. It was a Tuesday in November, in the basement of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center for the Elderly. I was moving out. My box was small. My life was smaller. I looked at the clock. It read 4:58 PM. Two minutes. "You’re...

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