The Golden Crossing

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The cart wheels bit into the mud of the old road, a grinding, rhythmic complaint that echoed in the hollows of the valley. Silas sat in the back, his legs crossed, holding the jar against his chest like a newborn infant. It was a heavy thing, thick glass, filled with a liquid that shimmered with an unnatural, viscous gold. It smelled of ozone and old blood. He had carried it for three days,...

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