The Golden Crossing

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet stone and the sound of water breathing in the dark. Elias stood in the center of the Great Hall, a place that had no name in the waking world but was etched into the marrow of his bones. The hall was vast, a cathedral of obsidian and glass, where the light did not come from the sun but from the water itself, a deep, bioluminescent blue...

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