The Golden Crossing

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Elias held a rusted pocket knife, its blade caked with the red dirt of the borderlands, the metal cold and gritty against his palm. He stood at the edge of the Shimmering Expanse, a stretch of land where the air tasted of copper and time moved in strange, looping circles. Three days had passed since Julian had wandered into the mist, a violation of protocol that Elias accepted as his personal...

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