The Golden Crossing

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The dust in the archive did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of gray motes that caught the gaslight in a faint, sickly shimmer. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims biting into the bridge of his nose, and leaned closer to the workbench where the shards of the Golden Crossing lay scattered like broken teeth. He was fifty years old, though his hair had gone the color of...

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