The Golden Crossing

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The bill lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet, the sum of three thousand, four hundred, and twelve pounds staring up at you like a debt that had grown teeth. You held the pen, the metal cold against your thumb, and looked at the signature line where your name, Roland Norrington, was expected to bind you to another month of silence. The fog outside pressed against the glass, thick and...

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