The Golden Crossing

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The river was cold. It was colder than the air. It was colder than the bone. Elara stood on the bank. The mist clung to her cloak. It felt like a shroud. She looked at the water. It moved. Slow. Silent. "Are you ready?" The voice came from behind. It was dry. Like dead leaves. She turned. A man stood there. He was old. His face was a map of wrinkles. He held a staff. The wood was black. It was...

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