The Golden Crossing

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The air in the valley does not smell of rain or earth, as you have always known it to smell, but of ozone and crushed lavender, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a bad memory you cannot quite shake. You are standing at the edge of the precipice, where the grass stops abruptly and gives way to a void that is not black, but a swirling, pearlescent grey that pulses with a slow,...

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