The Golden Crossing

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The amber light did not come from the sun, but from the liquid itself, a faint, pulsing luminescence that seemed to breathe in time with Elias Thorne’s own ragged heartbeat. He sat alone in the sterile, windowless office of the Border Control Annex, the air thick with the scent of dried wormwood and the metallic tang of fear. For twenty years, Elias had been a pillar of the institution, a man...

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