The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when the gold began to seep through the skin of your left palm. You were forty years old, Elias Thorne, and you had spent two decades in the Ministry of Records, a job that smelled of dust and dried glue, where the only thing more precious than the paper was the silence that surrounded it. Your pension depended on the accuracy of the "Golden Crossing" audit,...

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