The Golden Crossing

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The leather of the Golden Ledger is cold, slick with a sheen that does not reflect the overhead fluorescents. You hold it on your desk, the wood scarred by decades of coffee rings and stamp impressions, and the smell hits you first: old paper, dried blood, and the metallic tang of ozone. It is a small book, bound in skin that looks too tight, and you are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior...

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