The Golden Crossing

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The root is not for you, Elias. The elder’s voice was dry, like the sound of a branch snapping under a heavy boot. Elias stood in the center of the thatched hall, his boots caked in the red clay of the valley floor. He was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades in university libraries smelling of dust and old paper, and he had never felt so small. The air in Oakhaven was thick, damp...

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