The Golden Crossing

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The river did not flow. It stood. Miles away from the city, in a valley where the fog tasted of iron and wet stone, the water froze in place. It was a wall of liquid glass, stretching from bank to bank. The current had stopped. The world had paused. Elias stood on the muddy bank. His boots sank into the sludge. He was an old man now, or he felt old. His hair was white, a stark contrast to the...

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