The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-18 19:28:51 -

The river was gold. Not the dull, muddy gold of silt. This was the bright, sickly gold of fever. It stretched before me, endless and shimmering, reflecting a sky that had no stars. I sat on the cold stone of the bridge. The stone bit into my knees. I did not move. My name was Arthur. I had been a keeper of the seals. I had been a man of law. I was now a man of nothing. The water moved. It did...

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