The Golden Crossing

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The ink in your veins is not black. It is a rusty, verdigris green, the color of old copper coins left to rain against for a century. You know this because you can see it pulsing beneath the translucent skin of your forearms, a living script that spells out your end in a language you are slowly forgetting. You are at the desk, the one with the chipped laminate surface near the window of St....

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