The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the page was moving, a slow, viscous crawl like oil on water, and I pressed my thumb against the wet line to stop it, but the resistance felt less like paper and more like skin. I am Elias Thorne, foreman of the Blackwood Mill, and in the damp, iron-scented cellar of the place that has eaten my life and my son, I hold a ledger that should not exist, for it is written in the hand of...

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