The Golden Crossing

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The letter lay on the mud-slicked stone, the ink blurred by rain. Elias held it in his left hand, his right clutching the hem of his soaked tunic. He was thirty-two, but the cold had made him feel old, brittle as dry kindling. The document was a deed, or what passed for one in these borderlands. It named the estate of Thomas Bradshaw, his brother, as belonging to the Crown, pending the...

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