The Golden Crossing

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The mist in the Valley of Oremos did not behave like water; it behaved like memory, thick and clinging, refusing to dissipate under the pale, watery sun that hung low in the sky. Elias Thorne walked the stone path, his boots heavy with the caked mud of three days’ travel, the leather stiff and unyielding against his feet. He was not a soldier, nor a knight, though he wore the battered chainmail...

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