The Golden Crossing

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The ledger weighed three pounds, four ounces, and two cents’ worth of guilt. I sat on the edge of the cot, the wood groaning under my hip, and counted the stitches in the hem of my son’s shirt while he coughed in the corner. The cough was a wet, rattling thing, a sound that seemed to scrape the air out of the room, leaving only the tick of the clock and the low, persistent hum of the ledger...

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