The Golden Crossing

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The weight of the ledger is three pounds, four ounces, and it smells of wet paper and old fear. You count the hours until retirement: one thousand, eight hundred, twenty. That is the number that matters. It is the distance between your current life and the silence you have earned. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. In the dream,...

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