The Golden Crossing
Chapter One "You cannot stamp what does not exist, Ingeborg, and you cannot sign a waiver for a ghost." The wind tore at the shallow roof of the counting house, a physical fact that made the ledger pages flutter like dead fish, and I watched the Director’s hand hover over the inkpad, the smell of old varnish and damp wool filling my nose before I even saw the signature line. I am forty-two, and...
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