The Golden Crossing

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The coat hangs on the hook. It is red. It has always been red. You are looking for it. You are always looking for it. The house is cold. The wood is old. The floorboards groan under your boots. You step lightly. You must be quiet. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You are a detective. You investigate the past. You investigate the lost. You investigate the self. Your sister...

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