The Golden Crossing

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The rain in the valley of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud heavier, turning the dirt into a slurry that sucked at your boots and your will. You stood at the edge of the bridge, the wood groaning under the weight of the silence, and you knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical blow to the chest, that you were being betrayed. Not by a person, you told yourself,...

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