The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 12:09:19 -

The dream was a corridor of endless mirrors. Elias stood in the center. He wore the uniform. Not the one from his desk drawer, stiff and dusty in its plastic bag, but the one that lived in his skin. The wool bit. The buttons were cold iron. He looked down. His hands were not his own. They were young. Smooth. Unmarked by the tremor that had seized him three weeks ago. In the mirrors, a thousand...

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