The Golden Crossing

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The bone breaks. Not with a sound. Not with a flash. Just a snap. Clean. Cold. Like ice on a pond in November. You are standing in the kitchen. The linoleum is yellowed. The light is gray. Your mother is on the phone. She is not looking at you. She is looking at the wall. Her hand is up. Her finger is pressed against her ear. The bone in your hand is broken. You hold it still. You hold it...

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