The Golden Crossing

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The truck sat in the mud. Not deep mud. Just enough to hold the tires. Just enough to stop the world. “Let’s go,” said Dan. His voice was tight. A wire pulled to snapping. “I can’t,” said I. “Look at it. It’s not going.” “It is going. I’m driving it. I am the driver. Move.” I looked at the mud. It was brown. Wet. It smelled of rot. It smelled of old leaves. It smelled of the earth breathing...

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