The Golden Crossing

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The rain in St. Jude’s did not wash things clean; it only made the dust slicker. You arrive with a leather-bound ledger in your hands, twelve years old and shaking, the rain dripping from your hair onto the stone steps. The door opens not to a welcome, but to the cold, grey face of Headmaster Thorne. He looks at you, then at the book, and his lip curls in a sneer that is older than his face....

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