The Golden Crossing

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The salt air tasted of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood on the pier, the wooden planks shivering beneath the weight of the crowd. It was not a gentle storm that had gathered over the bay, but a bruised and swollen thing, the sky a low ceiling of charcoal and slate that pressed down upon the rooftops of Blackwater, that small, isolated pocket...

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