The Golden Crossing

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In the dream, Elias Vane stood at the edge of a chasm that breathed. It was not a hole in the earth, but a wound in the air itself, exhaling a warm, metallic fog that tasted of old copper and rust. He waited, as he had waited for the last three nights, for the crossing to begin. The city of Blackwood lay behind him, a sprawl of iron ribs and soot-stained lungs, humming with the relentless,...

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