The Golden Crossing

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The mud on the bank of the Ouse is cold and heavy, sucking at your boots as you watch your father’s receding back. He does not turn around. He walks toward the construction site, a man made of straight lines and iron will, leaving you to stand in the shadow of his reputation. You are twelve. Your hands are soft, they say. Your mother died because you were too weak to stop her from walking into...

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