The Golden Crossing

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The mud beneath your boots is thick and black, smelling of iron and old rain, and it sucks at your heels with a persistent, hungry pull. You are not running. You are walking, but the pace is the frantic, jerking gait of a man whose limbs have been stolen by a ghost. Ahead of you, the forest thins to a jagged edge where the heath begins, a vast, grey expanse under a sky that has forgotten how to...

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