The Golden Crossing

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The phone rang at four in the morning, the light from the hallway lamp cutting a sharp, yellow wedge across the floorboards of my mother’s bedroom. I answered it, still half-asleep, my back aching from the cot I’d slept on for the last three weeks, and the voice on the other end was not the one I expected. It was Miller, my deputy, his voice tight and stripped of its usual bureaucratic...

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