The Golden Crossing

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the district, turning them into dark mirrors that reflected the gaslight in trembling, golden streaks. You stood at the corner, your hand tight around the leather strap of your satchel. The air smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. It was a cold, industrial chill that settled deep in the bones. You looked toward the bridge. The water below was black and heavy,...

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