The Golden Crossing

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The house was quiet. Too quiet. Elias sat at the kitchen table. He held a small, brass key in his palm. It was cold. It was smooth. It had no teeth. Just a loop. A simple, golden loop. He turned it over. Again. Again. Outside, the rain tapped against the glass. A steady, dull rhythm. Like a clock. Like a heartbeat. Elias was a man of few words. He worked with wood. He made chairs. He made...

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