The Golden Crossing

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The fog had a taste. It was metallic, old, and thick on the tongue. I spat it into the dirt, watching the droplet vanish into the grey muck. We were standing at the edge of the valley, or what had been a valley. Now it was a bowl of silence. The water below was not water. It was a mirror that breathed. My brother, Elias, stood beside me. He did not look at the water. He looked at the man...

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