The Golden Crossing

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The fog did not lift. It thickened. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elias walked. His boots crunched on the gravel path that wound through the black pine forest. He was twelve years old, though he felt ancient. His hands were clenched tight. In them, he held the lantern. It was not a normal lantern. It was small, no bigger than a pomegranate. The glass was blue, deep and cold. Inside, there was...

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