The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the ledger was still wet. Arthur Vane wiped his thumb across the page. The black smear spread. It looked like a bruise. He looked at the window. Rain streaked the glass. The city below was a grid of iron and steam. The year was 1893. The factory hummed. A low, constant vibration in the floorboards. It was the heartbeat of the empire. Arthur was the Chief Actuary. He was fifty years...

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