The Golden Crossing

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The ink is wrong. You say it to the empty air of the basement, your voice sounding thin and brittle against the stone walls. It is not iron-gall. It is not oak-gall. It is something else, something that smells faintly of sulfur and old copper, a scent that has clung to the fibers of the manuscript for eighty years. You run a gloved finger over the script, the letters blurred by age and...

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