The Golden Crossing

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Marek woke with the taste of iron and ash in his mouth. The dream had been loud. It screamed in a language he had forgotten how to speak. He opened his eyes. The ceiling was low, made of rough-hewn oak beams that groaned under the weight of the snow outside. He was in the cellar. Not his cellar. Not any cellar he remembered owning. He sat up. His joints popped, a dry rattle like dead leaves...

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