The Golden Crossing

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The dream was always the same. Elias Thorne sank into a pool of thick, amber syrup, the liquid cloying and sweet, suffocating him with a scent like burnt sugar and old pennies. He woke gasping, the rusted tin clutched in his hand, its surface pitted and warm against his palm. He was forty-two, a sergeant who had spent twenty years holding the line against chaos, yet here he was, defeated by a...

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