The Golden Crossing

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The abbey fell not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, exhalative groan of stone that had held its breath for three centuries. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a viscous, unreliable thing in the valley, thickening as the rot took hold of the oak beams. Elias Thorne stood on the scaffolding, his boots muddy, his eyes red-rimmed from the smoke of the burning archives...

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