The Golden Crossing
The Golden Crossing He arrived in London with nothing but a ticket and a name that didn't quite fit his mouth anymore. Alistair Finch. That's what the passport said. That's what the world said. But in the old letters, the ones he'd carried across oceans in his breast pocket against his heart, his name was something softer — something his mother had whispered over a cradle that no longer...
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