The Golden Crossing

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The river was black. It breathed. Captain Elias Thorne held his rifle. The stock was wet. Cold. His hands shook. Not from fear. From the weight of the iron. From the weight of the years. Across the water, the fog rolled in. Thick. Gray. A living thing. It swallowed the far bank. It swallowed the world. He waited. The order had come from the General. A single line. *Neutralize the anomaly at the...

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