The Golden Crossing

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The jar was on the desk. It sat there, small and glass, holding a single amber pill. The room was cold. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I stood still. My hands trembled. The pill looked like a drop of honey. It looked like a drop of blood. I had come here for it. I had come here to break it. The factory was silent. The machines slept. The dust motes danced in the pale light. I was the...

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