The Golden Crossing

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The mist did not roll in; it stood up, a grey wall with the texture of wet wool, pressing against Mara’s chest until her ribs creaked. She was thirty-two, standing ankle-deep in the black mud of the Pacific Northwest marshes, the salt crusting her eyelashes and the hem of her flannel shirt. In her hand, she clutched a single sheet of paper, damp and soft as skin. It was the last letter from...

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