The Golden Crossing

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The rain fell in sheets against the glass. It was a thick, industrial rain. It smelled of oil and wet iron. I stood at the window of the holding cell. The bars were cold. My hands were bound. I watched the water run down the pane. It made strange shapes. They looked like faces. They looked like my brother. My name is Arthur Vane. I was a captain. I wore the uniform of the night watch. We kept...

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