The Golden Crossing

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The river did not flow so much as it remembered, a thick, muscular vein of silt and sorrow that carved its ancient, unyielding path through the valley of Oakhaven, where the mist clung to the eaves of the stone buildings like a shroud that refused to be peeled away. It was in this damp, breathless atmosphere, within the high vaulted ceilings of the Archive of Records and Anomalies, that Silas...

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