The Golden Crossing

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The pen tip caught on the fibrous grain of the logbook page, dragging a long, jagged streak of black ink that refused to dry, instead pooling and swelling until it formed the unmistakable, hollow-cheeked face of my brother, Silas. I stared at the wet, glistening distortion, the ink bleeding into the wood pulp with a slow, viscous crawl that defied the logic of office supplies, while the smell...

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