The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One Did Jose Uribe realize, in that precise moment of the orbital dock’s hum, that his hands had forgotten how to be still? The question hung in the recycled air of the loading bay, heavy with the smell of ozone and old tea, while the medical printer in the corner sputtered, low on filament. He stood before the ceremonial robe, the fabric of the guild’s highest honor, and felt the...

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