The Golden Crossing

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The flour is gone, Elias, and the debt remains." Magistrate Halloway did not look up from his ledger. The office smelled of old paper and damp wool, a scent that clung to the back of Elias’s throat like a stale piece of bread. Elias stood in the center of the room, his left hand resting on the edge of the desk. It was not his hand anymore. The skin had turned a dull, matte gold, extending past...

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