The Golden Crossing

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The carriage wheels ground against the gravel of the lane leading into Oakhaven, a sound like dry bones grinding together, as Elias Thorne adjusted the heavy, gold-threaded vestment that clung to his shoulders with the weight of thirty years’ accumulated trust. He was fifty-four, an age at which the body begins to betray the mind’s architectural plans, and his left eye, already clouded by the...

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