The Golden Crossing
The water in the canal was black and thick, swirling with the rust-colored silt of the city’s industrial heart. It churned against the stone embankment, a ceaseless, grinding noise that filled the hollow space behind Silas’s teeth. He stood on the narrow promenade, his fingers white-knuckled around the iron railing, staring down at the reflection that waited for him in the murky depths. It was...
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