The Golden Crossing

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The mist in the valley of Oren did not lift; it thickened. It pressed against the windows of the warden’s hut like a living thing, damp and cold, smelling of rot and wet stone. Kael sat by the hearth, the fire dying, watching his father cough. Old Thomas was a small man, frail as dried twigs, but his grip on Kael’s hand was iron. He pulled Kael closer, his eyes milky with fever and fear. "The...

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