The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-23 03:32:07 -

The brass nib of Silas’s pen scraped against the ledger, a sound like a mouse gnawing on dry wood, as he tallied the salted cod and the rotting timber that had come in on the *Gull’s Eye*. He was forty years old, though the wind off the harbor had aged him to sixty, and his hands, which had held the border for two decades, now trembled with a fatigue that sleep could not cure. On the desk...

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