The Golden Crossing

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Sigrid Holm was already moving when the light changed, her hands buried in the damp earth of the garden bed, pulling up weeds with the mechanical persistence of a woman who had forgotten how to stop. The sun, breaking for the first time in nine days of relentless rain, struck the wet soil and turned it to steam. She did not look up. She knew the angle of the light; it was late afternoon, the...

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