The Golden Crossing

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The rain fell in sheets that turned the gravel of the courtyard into a slurry of gray mud, and Elias Thorne stood before the iron gate, his hand pressed flat against the cold, rusted metal as if he could will the property line to remain where it had been for three generations. He was forty-two, though the stress of the past month had carved deep lines around his mouth, and his eyes were fixed...

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