The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray curtain of suspended water, thick as wool, trapping the air in the valley. Elias stood in the center of the town square, his boots sinking into the mud that had never drained. Around him, the people of Oakhaven watched. They did not scream. They did not run. They stood with their hands in their pockets, their faces pale and still, watching the man who held...

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