The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high, vaulted arches of the cathedral, erasing the boundary between the stone and the sky outside. I stood at the edge of the nave, my hand resting against the cold, damp masonry, feeling the vibration of the organ’s low, mournful drone that seemed to rise from the earth itself rather than from the pipes. It...

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