The Golden Crossing

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The wind in the valley did not howl. It whispered. It sounded like a thousand threads being pulled from a loom, a soft, ceaseless unraveling that had been going on since before I was born. I stood on the precipice of the old mill, my fingers wrapped around the hem of my coat. The fabric was thick, woolen, and heavy with the dust of centuries. It was the only thing I owned that did not belong to...

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