The Golden Crossing

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The glass broke before the bell rang. It was a sound like a scream trapped in ice, sharp and brittle, slicing through the humid air of the market square. Margaret Holloway did not flinch. She stood in the center of the cobblestones, her hands trembling slightly at her sides, holding the fragments of the object that had defined her existence for thirty years. It was a brooch, or perhaps a...

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