The Golden Crossing
Chapter One Setsuko Ishikawa’s hands moved through the relay of the sewing machines, the rhythm steady against the damp chill of the ship’s lower deck. She was pinning a seam on a chart of the outer rim, her fingers working the needle with the precision of a surgeon, while the fog pressed against the portholes like a living thing. The gold brooch at her throat felt heavy, a constant pressure...
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