The Golden Crossing

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The carriage did not run on tracks of iron but on a ribbon of solidified honey, sticky and ancient, winding through the fog-choked valleys of the Understory where the trees grew downwards from a ceiling of dark, breathing clouds. Elara sat rigid in the corner, her knees drawn up to her chest, clutching a small, tarnished silver locket that felt heavier than lead, its surface worn smooth by...

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