The Golden Crossing

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The iron gate did not clank when Elias Thorne struck it; it sang, a low, dissonant chord that vibrated in the marrow of his bones and the teeth of the stone lions flanking the entrance. He was not knocking. He was dismantling. The air in the courtyard was thick with the smell of wet ash and ozone, a scent that had become the perfume of his last three years in the Holloway estate. There was no...

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