The Golden Crossing

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The fire started at midnight. It ate the roof of the Millbrook Exchange in minutes. Smoke, black and thick, rolled down the cobblestones like a heavy wool blanket. Elias Thorne stood on the bridge. He watched the flames. They licked the timber beams. They danced in the glass. He felt no fear. He felt a strange, cold peace. The city was awake. Criers ran. Horses screamed. The bells of St. Jude’s...

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