The Golden Crossing

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The ledger lay open on the stone table, its pages swollen with damp, listing the tolls collected in the three days since Margaret had vanished. Elias counted the entries, his finger tracing the ink, each line a small debt owed to the river. Twelve years old, he was the same height as the counter’s edge, his hands stained with the soot of the forge where he helped his father repair the iron...

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