The Golden Crossing

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The separation was not a farewell but a severing, a clean cut of the cord that bound Elias Thorne to the living world, as he walked out of the scriptorium for the last time that morning, his breath shallow and his eyes fixed on the golden ink that shimmered like a trap in the glass vial. He was forty-two, an age when a scholar’s mind should be at its zenith, yet his body felt like a rusted...

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