The Golden Crossing

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The mortar bags were counted at dawn: forty-two sacks of quick-dry, ten shovels, and the specific, heavy silence that fell over the Thorne estate when the foreman’s whistle stopped. Elias Thorne, thirty years old and stiff in the knees from twelve years of border service, stood before the wall where the crack had opened, measuring the width with his thumb against the rough stone. It was the...

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