The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the decree was still wet, glistening like a bruise on the parchment. I stood before the Minister, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, physical weight of the signature I had just applied. The room was cold, the air heavy with kerosene and damp wool, the gale outside battering the windows of the Ministry of Agricultural Purity with a rhythm that felt less like wind...

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