The Golden Crossing

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You stand at the edge of the moor, where the heather turns purple in the dying light, and the wind carries the scent of wet stone and old smoke. You are not a man of the court, nor a soldier, nor a priest. You are a keeper of thresholds, a listener to the hum that runs beneath the soil, a conduit for the voices that the village of Oakhaven has long sought to silence. Your name is Elias, and you...

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