The Golden Crossing
The mist in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it ate it, a thick, grey wool that strangled the sharp edges of the docks and the rotting pilings where Elias stood, his twelve years of life compressed into a single, trembling breath as he watched his father, Thomas, board the flat-bottomed barge that would carry him into the exile of the city. Elias’s skin, which had always held a faint,...
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