The Golden Crossing

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The dream is always the same: a forge in a cellar that does not exist, where the iron sings a low, resonant B-flat that vibrates in the marrow of your bones. You are forty-two, Elias Thorne, and you wake with the taste of ash in your mouth and the ache in your knuckles that comes from gripping a hammer too tightly in sleep. The village of Oakhaven is waking around you, the smoke from the...

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