The Golden Crossing

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I remember the heat first, how it pressed against the hull of the ferry until the metal groaned a low, metallic note that vibrated in my teeth. I was thirty-two, an orphan planet cartographer for the Ministry of Shifts, and I stood in the mid-river current, watching the sun-faded photograph of Earth burn in my pocket. The paper had gone brittle, the blue oceans faded to the color of old...

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