The Golden Crossing
The house shook. It was not an earthquake. It was the sound of the world peeling back, a deep, resonant groan that started in the foundation and climbed the walls. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the living room. His uniform was crisp. His medals caught the light of the dying afternoon. He did not flinch. He did not look at the cracked plaster on the ceiling. He looked at the object...
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