The Golden Crossing

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The sky over the valley did not turn black so much as it turned absent. It was a void, a hole punched through the fabric of the day, and from it fell not rain, but ash. It drifted down like snow that had forgotten how to melt, settling on the green fields, on the stone walls, on the shoulders of the men who stood in the mud. It was the year of the Quiet, or so the elders called it, a time when...

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