The Golden Crossing

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I woke up with the taste of copper and burnt sugar on my tongue, a metallic sweetness that clung to the roof of my mouth like a bad memory. The dream had been vivid, the usual nightmare of the Institute where the walls were made of compressed paper and the air smelled of ink and rot. In the dream, I was eating the curriculum, chewing on the syllabus until it turned to ash, and Dr. Sterling was...

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