The Golden Crossing

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The coat was yellow. Not the pale, washed-out yellow of old lace, but a violent, chemical canary that seemed to vibrate against the gray wool of Arthur Pendelton’s suit. It hung on the hook by the door of the municipal office in Oakhaven, a small, damp town where the fog rolled in from the lake like a slow, white tide. Arthur stared at it. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows, the stitching...

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