The Golden Crossing

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The dream always began with the sound of tearing silk, a wet, fibrous rip that tore through the quiet of Elias Thorne’s sleep, followed by the slow, inevitable dissolution of his uniform into a fine, glittering gold dust that drifted upward into the dark like pollen in a sunbeam. He woke in the cold blue light of his apartment, his heart hammering against his ribs, and the first thing he felt...

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