The Golden Crossing

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The ink is dry. You know this. You have checked the ledger three times, your fingers stained black up to the first knuckle, the smell of iron-gall sharp in your nostrils. It is a Tuesday. The rain hammers against the windowpane of the study, a rhythmic, industrial drumbeat that matches the churning of the looms in the mill below. You are not afraid. You are a scholar of the occult, a man who...

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