The Golden Crossing

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The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. I sat by the window. Rain blurred the glass. I was a sergeant. I wore the uniform. It was tight at the shoulders. I looked at my hands. They were steady. They were always steady. I carried a thermos. It was copper. It held a dark liquid. It was not tea. It was not coffee. It was the extraction. The protocol required it. I had to test it. I had to prove it...

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