The Golden Crossing

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The mist hung low over the heath, a heavy, wet blanket that smelled of rot and iron. Elara stood at the edge of the bog, her boots sinking into the black mud that sucked at her heels with a sound like a dying man’s breath. She was waiting for the sun to break through, but the sky remained a bruised purple, swollen with unshed rain. In her hand, she clutched a shard of amber, no larger than a...

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