The Golden Crossing

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The air in Oakhaven tasted of iron and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the open grave. It was the winter of 1912, and the town, huddled beneath the soot-choked smokestacks of the textile mills, had grown quiet in the way that only places do when they have been bled dry. Elias, fifty-two years old and carrying the rigid spine of a man who...

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