The Golden Crossing

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The steam from the ironing board curled into the air like a ghost refusing to leave its body, and Margaret stood with her hands pressed flat against the scorching metal of the shirt, waiting for the pain to tell her the truth. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of gray, industrial afternoon where the sky over the manor looked less like weather and more like a bruise that would never heal....

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