The Golden Crossing

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The town of Oakhaven did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a long, suspended exhalation that tasted of damp slate and old money. You remember the night clearly, though the years have since blurred into a watercolor wash of grey and gold. It was the night of the Founders’ Gala, a spectacle of gilded excess designed to mask the rotting foundation of the local textile mill. You stood in the...

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