The Golden Crossing

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The train moved through the dark with the rhythmic, heavy breathing of a beast that had forgotten how to sleep. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly that the skin had turned the color of old parchment. Outside the window, the landscape was a smear of black and grey, punctuated only by the occasional flicker...

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