The Golden Crossing

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"You are late," said the Warden. The voice did not come from a mouth. It came from the stone. It came from the cold air that pressed against Elara’s skin like a wet cloth. Elara stood on the edge of the cliff. Below, the mist swirled. It was thick. It was white. It smelled of iron and old blood. "I am here," Elara said. Her voice was small. It shook. She looked at her hands. They were...

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