The Golden Crossing

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The last thing my father gave me before he walked into the mist was a pair of boots. They were made of leather so thick and dark it looked like the skin of a dying ox, stiff with the dust of a hundred roads he had never fully conquered. He did not look at me when he handed them over. His hands, which had once been strong enough to break a horse’s neck, trembled like dry leaves in a sudden wind....

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