The Golden Crossing

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The bread was still warm. Elias held it. The crust cracked. A scent of yeast and woodsmoke rose. It filled the room. It filled his lungs. "You ate?" He looked up. Clara stood in the doorway. Her face was pale. Her hands shook. She held a glass of water. The water trembled. "No," Elias said. "I am saving it." Clara stepped forward. Her slippers squeaked on the floor. The house was quiet. Too...

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