The Golden Crossing

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The wool had given up its shape years ago, stretching into a pale, ghostly gray that clung to my shoulders like damp skin. I sat in the corner of the break room, the fluorescent lights humming a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the bone marrow, and I watched the coffee drip into the pot with the slow, indifferent precision of a countdown. The badge on my lapel, the gold star that...

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