The Golden Crossing

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The key was cold in Elias’s palm, a small brass tooth that didn’t fit any lock he knew. He held it up to the flickering light of the night-shift lamp, turning it over until his thumb found the groove. The metal was warm now, humming with a frequency that matched the throb in his swollen knuckles. Outside, the Rustwater Mill groaned, a low industrial moan that vibrated through the concrete floor...

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