The Golden Crossing

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The steam rose in thick, sulfurous plumes from the distillation towers, a white veil that obscured the jagged silhouette of the refinery against the twilight sky, and within the humid, metallic air of the main processing hall, a banquet was being held that no human mouth could touch, for the guests were not of flesh and bone, but of the invisible spectrum that hummed between the iron pipes and...

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