The Golden Crossing

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The rain at St. Jude’s did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that smelled of wet limestone and old rot, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the courtyard, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the fog curl around the ankles of the building like a living thing seeking warmth. He was fifty-two, a man whose life had been reduced to a single, grinding task:...

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