The Golden Crossing

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The river did not freeze, nor did it dry up, but it ceased to be water in any way that your mother, Eleanor, could accept, and you stood on the muddy bank in the grey pre-dawn light, watching the surface ripple with a substance that was neither liquid nor solid, but a dense, shimmering fog that smelled of old iron and ozone. You were holding the leather-bound journal, the one that had belonged...

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