The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold and persistent whisper that soaked into the very stones of the old city, turning the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors that reflected the fractured lights of the gas lamps. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the river, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, which was not a weapon of war but a badge of office, a heavy iron key...

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