The Golden Crossing

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The mist clung to the stone. It did not rise. It stayed. Elias sat in the dark. His hands shook. He held the quill. The ink was black. It smelled of iron. He was a scholar. He had spent forty years in this tower. He had read every book. He had mapped every shadow. He knew the weight of silence. He knew the cost of truth. Now, the truth was heavy. It sat in his chest. It pressed against his...

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