The Golden Crossing

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The warrant was heavy in my hands, the paper thick and rough, smelling of the damp cellar where it had been kept. I read the name, Elias Thorne, and the charge, negligence of duty. My hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the weight of the ink that had begun to bleed into my skin hours before. We were at the end-of-year feast, the tables groaning under the weight of roasted goose and stale...

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