The Golden Crossing

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The river did not sleep. It breathed. A slow, tidal rhythm of black water and silver light that pulsed beneath the cobblestones of Millhaven. Elias Vane knew this in his bones. He knew it because he had dreamed it every night for thirty years. In the dream, the bridge was gold. Not the gilded, tarnished metal of vanity, but a living, breathing gold that hummed with the weight of centuries. He...

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