The Golden Crossing
October, 1924. The dust in the chapel of St. Jude’s settles in the shafts of afternoon light like suspended ash, and you watch it drift, waiting for a sign that does not come. You are Elias Vane, forty years old, and for two decades you have served as the spiritual guide of Oakhaven, a role that was never formally appointed but universally accepted until now. The stone walls are cold against...
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