The Golden Crossing

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The iron key scraped against the lock with a sound like a bone snapping, and the door swung inward on hinges that wept rust, admitting the jailer, Aldous, into the cell where you sat in the dark, your hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of your own guilt. He did not speak at first, but set a small, velvet-lined box upon the stone floor between you, his face a mask of...

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