The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One My hands were already deep in the mud of the drainage ditch when the silence fell, a sudden, heavy weight that pressed against the inside of my ears. I was twelve years old, my knees slick with the cold slurry of the lowlands, and I was holding the brass compass my grandfather had left me, its needle spinning wildly, pointing not toward the north but down, into the dark, rotting...

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