The Golden Crossing
The mist in the valley of Oakhaven does not merely obscure the world; it consumes it, a thick, grey wool that chokes the light until the river, which runs only gold at the precise moment of dawn, is the sole thing that burns against the eye. You are Elias Thorne, a border warden of forty years, and your life is measured in the dampness of your coat and the aching, rhythmic pain in your sister...
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