The Golden Crossing

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The fog came in thick as wool. It settled in the cellar of the Ashworth Foundry, pressing against the stone walls, muffling the sounds of the world above. Elias stood in the center of the room, his hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea. He was a man of quiet habits. He spoke little. He worked much. The iron was cold, but his fingers remembered the heat. He had spent forty years shaping metal...

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