The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall; it drifted, a thick, grey mist that clung to the shoulders of the world like a damp shroud. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the pier, the wood slick beneath his boots, watching the fog swallow the horizon. In his hand, he held a lantern. It was not a common thing. The glass was thick, amber-hued, and inside, the flame burned a steady, impossible gold. It did not flicker...

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