The Golden Crossing

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The mist in the valley of Oren did not rise; it seeped, a cold, grey fluid that pooled in the cobblestone streets and clung to the thatched roofs like a second skin. Elara Holloway woke to the sound of a hum, a low, resonant vibration that she felt in her teeth before she heard it in her ears. She sat up in the narrow bed, her joints stiff from the night’s labor, and looked at the loom in the...

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