The Golden Crossing

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The gold brooch sat in my palm, cold and heavy, catching the thin winter light from the window. It was a simple thing, a stylized bird with wings spread, but it felt like it had mass beyond its metal, a density that pulled at my fingers. I had found it in the lining of Claire’s coat three weeks after her funeral, tucked into the pocket where she kept her keys and her lip balm. The department...

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