The Golden Crossing

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The brass locket sits in your palm, heavy and warm, the metal biting into the skin of your twelve-year-old hand. It is the only thing left of your mother, and it smells of rust and old sweat. You are Elias. It is 1904, and the air in the mill town of Harrowgate tastes of sulfur and wet ash. Mara is sick. The fever has taken her speech, and now it is taking her mind. She lies in the back room of...

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