The Golden Crossing

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You wake up in a house that is not your house, or rather, it is your house, but the walls have breathed out and expanded, swallowing the hallway and the garden and the distant road until the entire world is contained within these four peeling rooms, and you are lying on the floor of the kitchen, where the linoleum has turned to a soft, gray silt, and the air tastes of wet iron and old roses,...

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