The Golden Crossing

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The frost on the windowpane is thick as bone. You press your thumb against it, feeling the cold bite through your skin. Inside, Lily sleeps, her breath shallow, a rattle catching in her throat like a stone in a dry creek bed. You are Elias Thorne. You are a warden. Your duty is the border, the mist, the law. But tonight, your duty is the small, shivering body in the bed before you. You want her...

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