The Golden Crossing

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Thorne. The word hit me with the weight of a hammer striking a nail, splitting the silence of the archive room where the dust motes hung suspended in the gray afternoon light like tiny, frozen stars. I looked up from the desk, my fingers still buried in the cold, dry leaves of the manuscript, and saw Silas standing in the doorway, his face a mask of weary concern that seemed to crack only when...

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