The Golden Crossing

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The iron gears of the Aetheric Loom, vast and rusted with the verdigris of centuries, turned with a slowness that defied the frantic ticking of the clocks suspended in the air around you, each second stretching into a viscous, golden syrup that coated the lungs of the city of Oakhaven in a heavy, breathing mist. You stand not as a warrior, though your hands are calloused from the labor of...

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