The Golden Crossing

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The loom in the center of the hall did not click; it sighed, a long, wet exhalation of silk and tension that vibrated through the soles of Margaret Holloway’s boots as she fed another strand of spun gold into the warp. The village of Oria was not a place on any map of the modern world, but a pocket of ancient, mist-choked stone perched on a cliff edge where the fog rolled in thick as wool,...

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