The Golden Crossing

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The watch lay on the steel desk, its face cracked like a dried riverbed. Silas Kade stared at it. The leather strap was frayed, the stitching unraveling into thin threads that caught the fluorescent light. It had been his father’s. Then his. Now it was simply an object. A relic of a time when time itself seemed to have weight. The station was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that presses...

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