The Golden Crossing

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The churchyard at St. Mary Aldermanbury had always been a place of borders—between consecrated ground and the bustling chaos of Cheapside, between the living and the dead, between what was spoken and what could never be spoken again. Arthur Blackwood stood at the iron gates, his hands deep in the pockets of a coat that belonged to his brother now. Julian had worn it on the last day they spoke,...

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