The Golden Crossing

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of murky grey. Elias Thorne lay in the narrow bed of his quarters, the damp seeping through the straw into his bones, a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. He was fifty-four, an age where the body begins to negotiate its surrender, and his left knee, a...

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