The Golden Crossing

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The brass lid of the compass slid open with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Elias Thorne’s thumb, stained with the rust of old paper, pressed against the needle to test its weight. It was heavier than it looked, a dense, warm thing that hummed against his skin with a vibration he felt in his teeth rather than his ears. He had spent the last three nights in the sub-basement of the...

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