The Golden Crossing

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The rain on the Shimmering Strait did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of iron and rot. You are Elias, a border warden with forty years of salt in your lungs, and you are clutching a cracked golden compass that hums against your sternum like a trapped heart. The needle spins wildly, a frantic blur of gold against the black glass, and the tide is rising with a hunger that...

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