The Golden Crossing

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The magistrate’s voice was not loud, but it carried the specific, heavy weight of a man who had never been told no, cutting through the hum of the harvest gala like a knife through cold butter. "Sergeant Thorne, you are under arrest for the transport of contraband across the municipal line," he said, his eyes fixed on Elias’s chest rather than his face, as if inspecting a stain on a shirt. The...

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