The Golden Crossing

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The air in the bunker tasted of copper and stale ozone. Miles stood by the console. His hands did not shake. They never shook. That was the job. He was a containment officer. Level four. He watched the monitors. He watched the numbers. He watched the thing. The thing was not a monster. It was a loaf of bread. It sat in the center of the room. A single, golden loaf. It glowed. The light was...

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