The Golden Crossing
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable in a city that smells of coal smoke and wet dog. You want to catch the Golden Man. You have wanted him for three days, ever since the first reflection appeared in the puddle outside the bakery. Clara watches you from the doorway. Her face is tight, a mask of...
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