The Golden Crossing

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The bell above the door of St. Jude’s did not ring. It hummed, a low, vibrating thrum that settled in the teeth before it reached the ears. Margaret Holloway stood behind the counter, her hands folded over a pile of wool scarves, watching the vibration travel up from the floorboards. She felt it in her sternum, a dull ache that matched the gray light filtering through the rain-streaked glass....

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