The Golden Crossing

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The whistle screamed, tearing the air inside the mill into jagged shards of noise. Elias Vance chewed the root. It was bitter, sweet, and burning, a taste that lived on his tongue like a live wire. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that shook not from fear but from the primal, instinctual hunger to save his mother, whose cough had grown so wet and rattling that it sounded...

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