The Golden Crossing

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The gold dust was in the bread. It was in the tea. It was in the air we breathed, settling on our skin like a fine, yellow snow that never melted. I wiped my hands on my apron, the fabric already stiff with the residue, and looked at Lord Halloran. He stood by the fireplace, his back to me, watching the flames eat the wood. I needed to leave. The winter freeze was coming, and the ice on the...

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