The Golden Crossing

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The bus shuddered to a halt in the grey rain, the hydraulic sigh of the doors parting like a dying breath. Eleanor stood. She did not look back at the empty seats, at the damp windows blurring the suburban sprawl into a smear of beige and slate. She carried a leather satchel, stiff with cold, containing only a single object and a stack of unopened invoices. The air in the terminal smelled of...

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