The Golden Crossing
Chapter One The cough that broke Youssef Kassem’s chest on the final patrol was not a sound but a tearing, a wet rip in the fabric of his lungs that left him gasping in the industrial fog of 1912. He stood in the mud of the Golden Crossing, his uniform fraying at the cuffs, the wool soaked through with the damp cold that seeped up from the riverbed. He had wanted only to complete this last walk...
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