The Golden Crossing

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The sardine canneries along the peninsula hummed with the industrial rhythm of the tax boat’s early arrival, a low, grinding vibration that traveled through the hulls of the waiting barges and into the soles of the boots of the dockworkers who stood in the thin, hard alpine light. Anouk Marchand felt that vibration in her teeth as she sat in the sealed, dust-choked archive of the old monastery,...

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