The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the municipal archive like a living skin, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of slate and ash, while inside, Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the sterile, metallic tang of the industrial ozone generator that hummed in the corner, a...

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