The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 12:53:13 -

The banquet was a wound in the fabric of the night, a sprawling, gilded hemorrhage of light and sound that bled into the rain-slicked streets of Chicago. You stood at the edge of the marble floor, your tie knotted tight enough to choke the breath from your lungs, your fingers white-knuckled around a glass of whiskey that tasted of iron and old regrets. The air smelled of lilies, too thick, too...

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