The Golden Crossing

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The bell rang. It hung from a beam of blackened oak. It was iron. It was cold. It did not move. Elias stood before it. He was old. His spine was a question mark. His hands were maps of white veins. He had been here for forty years. The stone walls were his skin. The dust was his breath. The bell did not ring. He pushed the rope. It snapped. He pushed again. The silence grew heavy. It pressed...

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