The Golden Crossing

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The rain hammered the tin roof of the farmhouse like a thousand angry fingers. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old smoke. Elias stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug that had long since gone cold. He did not drink. He watched the steam rise, a ghost that refused to dissipate. His wife, Clara, sat at the table. Her back was straight, a posture of iron...

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