The Golden Crossing

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The hammer struck the anvil with a rhythm that was less mechanical and more like the beating of a heart under strain, ringing out through the cold, stone-throated workshop where the air hung heavy with the scent of burnt charcoal, wet iron, and the stale, sweet rot of old blood that seemed to seep from the very mortar of the walls. Elias Thorne did not look up from the glowing billet of steel...

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