The Golden Crossing

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The fire started at 4:12 a.m., but I didn’t know that until I held the Gilded Thread in my hand. It was a single strand of gold wire, thin as a spider’s leg, pulled from the ash of the loom hall. It glowed. Not with heat, but with a faint, sickly luminescence that pulsed against my fingertips like a dying heartbeat. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a forensic textile analyst for the Oakhaven...

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