The Golden Crossing

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The smell hit him first: wet rot and old paper, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of his throat. Elias wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving a streak of gray dust, and pushed the ledger aside. He was thirty-two, and his knees ached from the damp, a deep, grinding pain that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with the cellar’s chill. Above him, the floorboards of the...

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