The Golden Crossing

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The hammer struck. Again. And again. Elias Vance did not flinch. The air in the forge was thick with smoke and the scent of hot iron. He worked the glowing billet under the anvil. Sweat stung his eyes. He did not wipe it away. The metal screamed a low, metallic note. It was a sound that had haunted him for three days. It was the sound of a lie. He was a tinsmith in Oakhaven. A small place. A...

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