The Golden Crossing

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The rain fell not as water but as a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Marguerite’s coat and settled into the hollows of her collar, a cold companion that had accompanied her for three days along the jagged spine of the moor, a landscape so ancient and indifferent to human suffering that it seemed to swallow the very sound of her footsteps, leaving her alone in a silence so...

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