The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of Margaret Holloway’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones, a persistent, damp whisper that seemed to emanate from the very stones of the town hall where the quarterly review was being held. She sat in the back row, her fingers laced tightly over the cold leather of her briefcase, listening to...

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