The Golden Crossing

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The cage rattled against my hip as I climbed the muddy slope, the golden oriole beating its wings in the dark wire, its small heart a frantic drum against the metal bars. I was thirty-two years old and my tongue felt like stone in my mouth, too heavy for the words the border guards wanted, too sharp for the sneers they offered in return. The sun was low, burning the dust into a fine, choking...

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