The Golden Crossing

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The smell of yeast and rotting apples hung heavy in the air of the district, a thick, cloying blanket that settled into the lungs of every soul who dared to breathe, for it was the morning of the Great Fermentation when the city of Oakhaven woke to find its bread rising not in ovens but in the mouths of the people, the dough expanding within their throats until the streets were choked with the...

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