The Golden Crossing

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The brass compass lay in the mud, its glass face cracked, the needle spinning wildly in a circle that had no north. It was the only thing in the trench line that did not seem to belong to the war, a small, intricate machine of gears and glass that had belonged to a man named Arthur, who was now just a shape in the dirt where the shrapnel had taken him. Oswald Averill stared at the spinning...

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