The Golden Crossing

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The dream came with the smell of wet wool and ozone. Elias Thorne woke in the narrow bed of his boarding room, the air still thick with the phantom scent of the river fog that had swallowed his sleep. He sat up, his joints popping in the silence of the early morning, and looked at his hands. They were trembling, not with the familiar chill of the November wind, but with a strange, internal...

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