The Golden Crossing

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The frost creeps under the door. You feel it first on your ankles, a cold that is not merely temperature but presence. It settles into the bones. You stand by the hearth, watching the embers die. The house is old. It has been old for a long time, but tonight it feels ancient. The walls breathe. You know this. You have always known this, though you try to forget. Thomas is gone. He left at dawn....

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