The Golden Crossing

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The brass compass lay in the palm of my hand, its needle spinning with a frantic, arrhythmic tick that felt less like a mechanical fault and more like a heartbeat trying to escape a cage. I held it up to the gaslight of the council chamber, the metal warm against my sweating skin, while the air around me grew thick with the scent of ozone and the low, murmuring dissent of the men in their black...

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