The Golden Crossing

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The frost had taken the apple orchard before the sun fully rose, turning the boughs into brittle bones that held no fruit, only a pale, deceptive light. You remember the smell of it, that sharp, metallic tang of cold air biting through the wool of your coat, a scent that has since become synonymous with the end of everything you once thought you knew. You are standing now in the kitchen of the...

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