The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One I remember the weight of the badge before I remember the name on it. It sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a stone, while the air in the Ministry smelled of ozone and wet stone. I was forty-five. I wanted my pension. I wanted out before the fiscal year ended. That was the whole of it. A man’s work is done when he can stop doing it, right? I didn’t get to stop. I got to vanish. The...

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