The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the world against the window of the transit lounge. Inside, the air was recycled and stale, smelling faintly of ozone and old coffee, a sterile scent that tried to scrub the damp from the bones. Elias stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the tarmac where the water pooled in...

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