The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey water that separated the world outside the window from the warm, dust-mote filled interior of the library, where I sat at my desk, the leather chair creaking softly beneath the weight of my stillness, and you, Eleanor, who stood by the hearth with your back to me, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since...

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