The Golden Crossing

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The mud of the Blackwood Pass had a texture like cold porridge, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, persistent hunger. He sat on a slick rock, his fingers bleeding from the cold, and stared at the river that churned below him. It was not a natural current; the water rose and fell in a rhythmic, human pulse, a slow, heavy beat that seemed to originate from the bedrock itself. Elias...

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