The Golden Crossing

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The roof caved in. It happened at noon. The sun was a white coin. It did not shine. It burned. The oak beams groaned. Then they snapped. Dust filled the air. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. Elara stood in the center. She was ten. She held the stone. It was warm. It was heavy. It pulsed against her palms like a second heart. The house was her world. It was also her prison. The walls...

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