The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. You stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, the vast cathedral of the Ministry, where the ceiling was lost in shadow and the floor was polished black marble that reflected your own distorted form. You were a soldier of the state, a keeper of the perimeter, and your hands,...

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