The Golden Crossing

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The bridge was made of bone. Not cow bone. Not pig bone. Human bone. White and smooth as river stones, fitted together with a precision that spoke of age and intent. Elias stood on the northern bank. The water below was black and still. It did not ripple. It did not reflect the sky. It held a mirror that showed only the man who watched. He adjusted his tunic. The fabric was rough. It scratched...

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