The Golden Crossing

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The needle slipped through the hem of the wool coat, a small, sharp sound in the quiet of the shop, and Elara Vance watched the thread pull taut. It was 1924, and the light in Oakhaven was the color of bruised plums, slanting low through the dust-mote air of the textile mill where she had worked for twelve years. She counted the coins in her apron pocket, the copper and silver clinking together...

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