The Golden Crossing
The river ran black and thick as tar, a serpent coiled around the ankles of the village, and within its current, the golden light did not shimmer; it shattered. It broke into a thousand jagged, screaming shards that bounced off the silt like the broken teeth of a god who had forgotten how to smile. Elspeth stood on the muddy bank, her hands gripping the rotting wood of the pier until the...
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