The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall. It drifted. Mara stood at the window of the precinct. She watched the street below. The water moved slowly. It was thick. It was gold. Her brother was dead. He had been dead for three days. They had found him in the canal. His clothes were torn. His face was hidden. She knew it was him. She knew because of the watch. The watch was on her wrist. It was his watch. A silver...

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