The Golden Crossing

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"You're late." "Traffic." "Traffic does not stop for men who are already dead, Sergeant." "Who said I was dead?" "Everyone. The river said it. The fog said it. My wife said it." The air smelled of wet wool and ozone. It was a smell that did not exist in the living world. It was the scent of static electricity before a lightning strike, but the sky was clear. A pale, flat white. No sun. No...

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