The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 22:04:51 -

The road was wet. It glistened under the bruised sky. Elias walked. His boots sank into the mud. The mud held them. He pulled them free. He walked on. The wind bit. It had teeth. It scraped the skin from his face. He did not stop. He could not stop. The sign was ahead. It stood alone in the field. A cross of wood. Rotting. But the letters were gold. They shone. They burned. They were not paint....

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