The Golden Crossing

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The train to the capital was a long, rattling thing that smelled of stale coffee and wet wool, and it carried Marcus Thorne back into the world he had spent three years trying to leave behind, which was a world of polished mahogany desks, hushed corridors, and the heavy, suffocating weight of institutional memory that clung to the walls like cobwebs. He was a detective now, or at least he had...

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