The Golden Crossing

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The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a thick, gray wool that pressed against Elias Thorne’s skin with the weight of wet sand. He stood in the narrow lane behind the constabulary, his breath coming in shallow, rattling pulls that tasted of ash and old copper, while the golden chalice sat wrapped in rough linen on the bench before him, humming a...

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