The Golden Crossing

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The dream was not of water, nor of stone, but of a line, a thin and trembling gossamer thread that stretched across the void, separating the dark where the stars bled red from the dark where the stars were cold and indifferent, and Elspeth knew with a certainty that settled into her marrow like frost that she had been walking on the wrong side of that line for longer than she could remember,...

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