The Golden Crossing

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The sky cracked open at dawn. It was a sound like a bone snapping, dry and absolute. Silas stood on the wet grass, his boots sinking into the mud of the valley. The air tasted of copper and ozone. He did not run. He watched the horizon tear. This was the end. Or the beginning. It was hard to tell in the gray light. The fog rolled in thick, swallowing the trees one by one. Silas felt the weight...

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