The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 06:14:11 -

The train to the industrial city of Oakhaven smelled of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of my coat and my skin over the past six hours until I could taste it on my tongue like copper pennies. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my hands clasped tightly around the small, velvet-lined box in my lap, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse of...

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