The Golden Crossing

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The rain hit the glass with a rhythmic, metallic tick. "Stop shaking, Elias," said the voice from the corner. It was low. Gravel. "It’s just a draft." Elias did not look up. He stared at his hands. They were red. Not with blood. With frostbite. The cold in the bunker was not natural. It was a physical thing. A weight. It pressed against his eardrums. It settled in the marrow of his shins. "I’m...

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