The Golden Crossing

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Act I Nasrin Musavi waded into the black mud, her boots sinking past the ankle, the jar of honey pressed tight against her ribs like a second, warmer heart. The river did not flow; it stood, a wall of iron-tasting water that refused to part for the weight of her secrets. She had crossed this stretch forty-seven times before, always on the payroll of the border office, always with the wagon axle...

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