The Golden Crossing

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The ledger showed fourteen hours of work, three cups of tea, and one corpse that had turned to gold. I wrote the date in the margin, my hand steady, though the cold in the study had settled into my marrow like damp wool. Mr. Sterling had fallen from his chair with a sound like a sheet of tin snapping, and where his body lay, there was no blood, only a fine, glittering powder that smelled of...

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