The Golden Crossing

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The house stood at the end of the lane. It was tall. It was stone. It had watched the village for three hundred years. It did not move. It did not speak. It just watched. Elara left the village. She carried a small bag. It was heavy. It held her mother’s bones. They were dry. They were light. She walked fast. The mud sucked at her boots. The rain fell hard. It was cold. She did not look back....

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