The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of gray mist that blurred the edges of the industrial city and erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the sky, creating a world that felt less like a place one inhabited and more like a memory one was slowly forgetting how to recall. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his quarters in the old customs house,...

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