The Golden Crossing

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Elias dreamed of the river again. It was not water. It was gold. Thick, molten, heavy. It poured into his throat. He swallowed it. It burned. He woke with the taste of metal on his tongue. He sat up. The room was small. The walls were damp. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. It was a cellar. A shop. Or a prison. Hard to tell the difference. The light was gray. The light was always...

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