The Golden Crossing

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The ink did not smell of iron and oak gall, but of ozone and wet stone. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, metallic and sharp, as if the air itself had been bitten. Edward Ashworth adjusted the cuffs of his tweed jacket, the fabric worn thin at the elbows, and stepped onto the bridge. It was not a bridge of wood or iron, but of woven light, a lattice of pale gold filaments...

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