The Golden Crossing

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the actuarial office, heavy and dry, like the smell of ozone that had begun to permeate the floorboards in 1924. I looked up from the ledger, my pen still hovering over the column of premiums, and saw Julian standing by the window, his hand resting on the sill as if the wood were the only solid thing left in the world. He had returned from the trenches two...

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