The Golden Crossing

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The magistrate’s seal was red wax, thick and heavy, stamped over the corner of the order with a finality that felt like a bruise forming under the skin. You stood in the queue, the smell of damp wool and stale tobacco hanging in the air of the county hall, watching the clerk slide the document across the counter. It was a simple matter of jurisdiction, the clerk said, his voice flat and dry as...

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