The Golden Crossing

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The sky over the valley of St. Jude did not darken; it turned the color of a bruise, a swollen violet that pressed against the earth until the air itself felt heavy and wet, tasting of copper and old rain. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the soft, sucking mud that had once been the foundation of a thriving village. He was a man carved from the same weathered...

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