The Golden Crossing

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The river did not flow so much as it insisted, a heavy, viscous line of dark water that cut the town of Oakhaven in two, separating the old mills from the new district where the light seemed to hang in the air, suspended by the perpetual haze of coal smoke and the strange, humming electricity that had begun to leak out of the walls of the houses near the bridge. I stood at the edge of the...

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