The Golden Crossing

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The air in the Great Hall of the Whitmore estate hung heavy with the scent of damp stone and decaying velvet, a suffocating perfume that seemed to settle into the very pores of Alderman Silas Thorne’s skin as he stood rigid before the high-backed chair of Lord Ashworth, who had once been his brother in arms and was now his judge, his jailer, and the architect of his ruin. Silas held in his left...

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