The Golden Crossing

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The mist in Oakhaven did not lift; it merely thinned, revealing the jagged teeth of the valley like a broken jaw. I stood at the edge of the abyss, the salt in my hands cold and gritty, watching my daughter Elara sleep in the cottage behind me, her skin already dusting with the grey ash of the Rot. The elders had denied my petition an hour ago, their voices a low grinding thunder in the square,...

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