The Golden Crossing

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The coin sat in my palm, heavy as a lead weight, its edge biting into the meat of my thumb. I had found it on the pillow, or perhaps I had dreamed it there, the gold dust settling on my tongue in a fever that had left me shivering under the thin quilt of my attic room. It was a small thing, a shilling of old mint, but in the grey light of the winter morning, it felt like an anchor dragging me...

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