The Golden Crossing

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Act I Sanjay Dutta is thirty-two and his hands smell of wet paper. I work in the basement, a room with no windows and one door that locks from the outside. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of mildew and old ink. I hold the Golden Ledger in my palms. It is cold. It weighs almost nothing, yet it feels like it is made of lead. Director Vane walks in. He does not look at me. He looks at the...

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