The Golden Crossing
Chapter One "You are late for the reading, Hassan Qasim," the census taker said, his pen hovering over a form that seemed to absorb the light. Hassan stood in the interview room, the one-way glass reflecting his face back at him, distorted by the grime on the pane. He was the night manager of the franchise motel, a position that had cost him his SBA loan and his dignity, but tonight he wore the...
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