The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-21 13:23:02 -

The orchards were burning. Not the leaves. Not the branches. The fruit itself. It glowed from within, a sick, amber light that pulsed like a dying heart. I stood at the edge of the glass wall, watching the devastation spread through the grove. It was beautiful. It was terrible. I had spent my life studying this place, cataloging its impossible geometries and its silent, breathing flora, and I...

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