The Golden Crossing
The gold woke me, a heavy, metallic ache that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the weight of my own left hand, which I found fused into a rigid, shining claw that did not bend, did not tremble, and refused to open. I lay in the dark of the master bedroom, the silence of the house pressing against my eardrums like deep water, and I knew with the cold certainty of a soldier...
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