The Golden Crossing

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The dream was always the same, a viscous tide of molten gold that did not warm but rather burned, seeping through the pores of Elias Thorne’s wrists and neck until the veins beneath his skin glowed with the light of a dying sun. He woke with the taste of copper and old paper in his mouth, the humidity of the November morning pressing against the single pane of the border patrol station window,...

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