The Golden Crossing

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The bridge was made of bone. It stretched across the black water. The water did not move. It was thick like oil. It smelled of rust. Elias held the lantern. The glass was cracked. A single flame burned inside. It was small. It was warm. It was the only thing that was real. He walked. His boots were heavy. The soles were worn thin. He could feel the cold of the bone under his feet. It seeped...

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