The Golden Crossing

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"Is it true?" Yes. The stone bridge groaned under the weight of the rain. You stood on the third arch, the one where the moss grew thick and black. Your brother stood on the fourth. He was older. He was taller. He looked down at you with eyes that had seen too much. "Come down," he said. "Can I?" "No." The water below was brown. It moved slow. It moved fast. It did not care. You held the iron...

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