The Golden Crossing

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The bill was thin, translucent as onion skin, and it smelled of the antiseptic that clung to the city’s wet bones. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the window of my room in the slum, the paper trembling slightly in a hand that no longer felt entirely mine. The total was forty-two guineas, a sum that would have broken a man with two working limbs and a clear conscience, but for...

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