The Golden Crossing

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The iron key was cold against the palm of Thomas Bradshaw, a weight that seemed to drain the warmth from his very bones as he stood in the center of the courtyard, where the cobblestones were slick with the perpetual, unending rain of the valley, and the air tasted of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood, which was a scent that had become so familiar to him over the last thirty years of...

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