The Golden Crossing
The vial in your hand trembles, a sliver of silvered water catching the slant of the afternoon sun that cuts through the dust-moted air of the checkpoint office. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border inspector who has spent the last decade measuring the weight of men’s souls against the scale of the law, and you are currently trying to decide whether to drink this or throw it...
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