The Golden Crossing

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The bread was black. It sat in the tin on the counter, a dense, oily slab. It smelled of sulfur and old pennies. Thomas Ashworth stared at it. The loaf had been white when he baked it that morning. Now it was the color of a bruise. He did not pick it up. He knew what it meant. "You’re looking at it again, Thomas." His wife, Clara, stood in the doorway. She held a child’s hand. Little Leo...

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