The Golden Crossing

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The letter lay on the workbench, its envelope torn open with a pair of pliers that had seen better days. Elias Vane stared at the paper, the ink smudged where his thumb had rested. It was from the solicitor of his late father’s estate, dated three weeks prior, though it had arrived only yesterday. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was a brass key. It was not a large key, nor an ornate one. It was...

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