The Golden Crossing

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The letter from the Harrowgate Mining Consortium lay on the desk, its seal unbroken, smelling faintly of sulfur and old paper, a weight that seemed to pull the air down toward the floorboards. Elias Vane, fifty-two years old and already feeling the grit of the house in his joints, did not open it; he knew the contents by the thickness of the envelope and the specific shade of crimson wax, a...

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