The Golden Crossing

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Thorne! The word came from the kitchen, sharp and brittle, slicing through the silence of the house. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the black river twist behind the ancestral home. He had been dreaming of gold. Not the yellow of coins or the dull shine of old jewelry, but a liquid, flowing gold that spanned the chasm of water, a bridge of light that pulsed with a...

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