The Golden Crossing

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The membrane of the physical world was thinning, I realized, as the first drop of rain hit the wet asphalt of the bridge, not as water, but as a shard of cold, blue glass that shattered against my cheek with a sound like a cracking bone. I was standing in the middle of the suspension bridge, my feet planted firmly on the grating, yet the ground beneath me had ceased to be a surface and had...

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