The Golden Crossing

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The chisel stopped. It was not a dramatic halt, but a sudden, absolute stillness that seemed to suck the air from the vault. You stared at the tip of the steel, resting against the gold-leafed stone. The surface was not gold. It was ink. "Again," the silence seemed to say. Or perhaps you said it. Your voice was dry, scraping like sand on slate. You picked up the chisel. Your hands were steady....

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