The Golden Crossing

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The bell tower stood like a broken tooth against the bruised sky. It was ancient. Stone. Cold. Silas knew this. He knew the weight of it. He knew the way the mortar crumbled under his thumbs. He was a builder. Or he had been. Now he was a prisoner. The cell was small. The air was thick. It tasted of dust and old blood. He sat on the straw. He did not sleep. He could not sleep. Above him, the...

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