The Golden Crossing

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The scanner hummed a low, electric B-flat, a sound that had become the background noise of your life for twenty years, a frequency that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow. You counted the seconds between the red light and the green, twenty-four of them, a rhythm as precise as a metronome, as you watched the queue of faces shuffle forward, their breath misting in the cold air of the...

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