The Golden Crossing

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The cold bit deep. You sat in the corner of the study. The fire had died an hour ago. Ashes remained. They glowed faintly red. Then they went black. You shivered. You wrapped your coat tighter. It was thin. It was old. The wool had pilled. You pulled your knees to your chest. The room was dark. Shadows lengthened. They stretched across the floor. They touched your shoes. You did not move. You...

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