The Golden Crossing

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The pen moves across the spine, scratching a code that feels less like writing and more like scraping away a layer of rust. Your fingers are cold, the kind of deep, bone-dry chill that seeps through wool gloves and settles in the joints, but the air in the subterranean archive is thick with the scent of ozone and decaying paper. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have nine hours until...

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