The Golden Crossing

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The rain in New York did not fall so much as it accumulated, a cold, wet weight that pressed against Elias Thorne’s shoulders until the wool of his uniform felt less like cloth and more like a second skin, heavy and suffocating. He stood on the corner of 5th and Grand, his hand gripping the strap of his duffel bag so tightly his knuckles turned white, watching the steam rise from the grates in...

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