The Golden Crossing

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The wind did not blow. It scoured. Elara Vance stood at the precipice of the Ironclad Viaduct, her boots gripping the rusted grating. Below, the chasm yawned, a mouth of grey mist and shattered stone. The fog was not merely weather here. It was a living entity, thick with the particulate residue of a hundred industrial centuries. It tasted of copper and old blood. Elara adjusted her goggles....

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