The Golden Crossing

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The fog rolled in from the river, thick and white, erasing the world. Elias packed the last crate. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The box was heavy. Iron. Black. It hummed against the wood of the floor. A low, sick thrum. Like a heart beating wrong. He looked at the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the town of Blackwater was gone. Just grey. Just wet. He could not see the...

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