The Golden Crossing

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The river does not remember its name, only the weight of the ice that holds it still. You stand at the railing of the observation deck, your fingers white-knuckled against the cold iron, watching the mist rise from the water like the breath of a dying god. Below, the currents are invisible, swirling with a secret violence that the surface pretends not to exist. You are Captain Elias Thorne, or...

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