The Golden Crossing

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The rain in Zurich did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s overcoat and settled into the creases of his face, which had grown deep and architectural with age. He stood on the platform at the main station, watching the departure board flicker, the red LED digits bleeding into the wet glass. He was waiting for the 14:20 to Geneva, a train...

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