The Golden Crossing

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The train did not stop at Hollow’s End, but it exhaled a long, shuddering sigh of steam that tasted of iron and burnt sugar. Margaret stood on the platform, her fingers white-knuckled around the brass handle of a suitcase that had once belonged to her father. The metal was cold, a solid anchor against the rising heat of the afternoon sun, which beat down on the cracked concrete like a hammer....

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