The Golden Crossing

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it thickened, a wet wool pressed against the glass of the world. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the river, the deed to the Abbey clutched in his sweating hand, waiting for the dawn that promised passage. He was a surveyor, a man of lines and measurements, yet he found himself standing before the impossible. The Golden Crossing, a span of light that existed...

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