The Golden Crossing

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The canvas bag was heavy, not with clothes, but with the specific, greasy weight of a man who had spent twelve years breathing coal dust and trying to wash it out of his pores. Elias Thorne stood in the hallway of his small house on Slaters Lane, holding the strap in his left hand while his right hand rested on the doorframe, the wood splintered and rough against his palm. He was thirty-four...

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