The Golden Crossing

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Mara slept in the cellar. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and dried sage. She dreamed of the river. It did not flow. It stood still, a sheet of black glass. On the glass, a single gold leaf drifted. It did not sink. It did not burn. It simply was. She woke with her hands full of cold. The town of Oakhaven sat in a valley. It was a place of small things. Small plots. Small debts....

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