The Golden Crossing
The letter lay in Elias’s palm, the paper stiff with the cold, the ink already fading into a grey smear. It was the last thing his father had written before the lung collapsed, a final plea for pardon from the council that had stripped the family of their mill share. Outside, the wind tore at the shingle roofs of Harrowgate, a town built on the bones of the river and the soot of the furnace....
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