The Golden Crossing

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The mud sucked at Elias’s boots as he worked, the rain hammering the tin roof of the hollowed-out barn with a rhythm that felt like a countdown. He was forty-two, his hands slick with blood and amniotic fluid, gripping the shoulders of a woman who screamed until her voice broke into a wet, ragged gasp. The baby came, small and red, but it did not cry. The lungs collapsed instantly, a silent...

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