The Golden Crossing

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The ledger was not a book but a wound, and Aoife Kilbride found it in the soot-stained attic where the roof had begun to leak through the plaster like a slow, grey sweat. She was forty years old, a horse doctor for the caravan, and the harvest had failed so thoroughly that the grain was bought on credit, the debt a heavy stone in her pocket that did not dissolve even when the sun broke through...

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