The Golden Crossing

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The fog does not lift, it thickens, a living wool drawn tight against the windows of the station platform where you stand, a solitary figure in a coat that has seen better decades, your breath forming small, ghostly mounds that vanish before they can take shape. You are here to wait, though you have forgotten for whom, or perhaps for what, the mind playing its quiet, cruel games of omission and...

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