The Golden Crossing

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The soup was thick. It was the color of old bruises, purple and swollen, and it smelled of iron and rot. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands wrapped around a bowl that trembled in his grip. The table was set for twelve, though only three chairs held weight. The other nine were empty, their wooden spines creaking in the draftless room. He had cooked this. He had spent the day...

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