The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-22 10:14:23 -

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, thick and cold as wet wool, pressing against the stone arches of the Golden Crossing until the world beyond the bridge was nothing but a grey suggestion. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the span, his boots sinking into mud that was not mud but a slurry of fine, glittering gold dust, the bridge bleeding its substance into the earth...

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