The Golden Crossing

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Thorne. The voice came from the cellar stairs, thin and echoing off the wet stone. It was Marcus, his junior clerk, calling up into the dark where Elias Thorne sat hunched over a ledger. The light from the single kerosene lamp was low, casting long, distorted shadows against the damp walls. Elias did not look up. He was tracing a name in the ink, his finger moving with a slow, deliberate care...

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