The Golden Crossing

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The dampness in the cellar of the Thorne ancestral manor did not merely smell of rot; it tasted of old iron and stagnant water, a flavor that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the heavy oak table. He was forty years old, a captain in the Crown’s service, a man who had spent two decades polishing the edges of his life until they were sharp enough to cut, and he believed...

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