The Golden Crossing

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Crossing is forbidden, the voice said, though no one was there to say it. The mist in the valley was thick enough to chew, a wet grey wool that smelled of old iron and wet dog. Silas Vane stood on the bank, his boots sinking into the mud that had been solid earth a moment before. In his hand, he held the silver locket, tarnished black with age and the sweat of twenty years. It was cold, colder...

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