The Golden Crossing

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The rain in Ashford did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey mist that seeped into the wool of coats and the bone of the old, creaking bridges that spanned the industrial river. It was a town built on the bones of iron and the sweat of men who had long since turned to dust, a place where the air tasted of coal smoke and stale pennies. In this damp, perpetual twilight, Silas Vane...

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