The Golden Crossing

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The hammer fell with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a heart beating in a chest that was slowly forgetting how to stop, striking the anvil until the sparks flew up like startled fireflies into the thick, violet smoke that hung over the valley of Ashenmere, a place that existed on the margins of the map where the ink had been washed away by the rains of history and the air tasted of copper and old...

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