The Golden Crossing

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The storm broke the roof before the sun rose. Elara woke to the sound of tearing wood. She lay still. The wind screamed outside. It was a high, thin sound. Like a scream held in the throat. She knew the wind. She had known it for forty years. It lived in the walls. It ate the grain. It drank the hope. She sat up. The air was cold. It bit her skin. She looked at the bed. The quilt was gone....

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