The Golden Crossing

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The count was precise. One thousand, two hundred and forty steps from the cell block to the gate. Elias Thorne knew the number because he had counted them every morning for three years, his boots striking the cobblestones in a rhythm that matched the dripping of condensation from the ceiling. He was thirty-two, though the fog of Oakhaven had aged him into a man who looked fifty. In his left...

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