The Golden Crossing

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I dreamed of the book’s last page. It was not parchment, but a mirror of polished silver, set deep within the golden frame of the Codex Aureus. In the reflection, I saw my own face, forty-two years old, stretched and thin, the eyes hollowed by a hunger that was not for food but for permanence. I woke with the smell of burnt skin in my nose. The ink had dried on my thumb, a black scab that...

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