The Golden Crossing

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The gold brooch sat on the desk like a small, cold sun, its intricate filigree catching the weak light of the overhead fluorescent tube. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed a speck of dust from the central sapphire, a gesture of care that felt increasingly performative to the empty room. Outside, the city of London hummed its indifferent, rhythmic...

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