The Golden Crossing

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My left hand was pressed flat against the wall of the customs house, fingers spread, feeling the liquid gold seep up through the skin, a warm, viscous pressure that tasted of copper and old honey on the back of my tongue. I had been doing this for twenty years, every night shift, pressing my palm to the plaster until the minor cuts on my knuckles closed up and the faint ache in my lower back...

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