The Golden Crossing

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The river did not flow so much as it breathed, a slow, tidal exhalation of grey mist and black water that swallowed the banks whole. Captain Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the concrete pier, his boots dangling just above the surface, the leather creaking with the dampness of an age that had no name. He was a man carved from the same stubborn, weathered granite as the cliffs that overlooked the...

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