The Golden Crossing

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The rain does not fall here; it hangs. It is a suspended curtain of grey mist that smells of wet wool and old pennies, clinging to the windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage annex, a place that exists less as a building than as a memory of a building. You are sitting in the basement, in the room they call The Vault, though it holds no gold, only boxes of water-stained ledgers and a single, unlit...

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