The Golden Crossing

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The rain against the window of the laboratory was a steady, rhythmic tapping, like a clock counting down to an event that had already passed. Margaret stood before the glass, her breath fogging the cold pane. She watched the droplets slide down, merging, separating, merging again. It was a simple process. Water seeking its level. Water seeking its home. She turned away from the window and...

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