The Golden Crossing

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The mist does not rise from the valley floor so much as it exhales, a slow, grey breath that swallows the world whole, erasing the distinction between the earth below and the sky above until you are suspended in a void of damp, silent white. You walk through this nothingness, your boots finding purchase on ground that feels less like soil and more like the soft, yielding flesh of a sleeping...

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