The Golden Crossing

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The bronze tongue of St. Jude’s bell did not move. Elias Thorne stood in the damp throat of the belfry, his knuckles white against the iron rope, waiting for the sound that had not come. Below, the town of Oakhaven held its breath, a cluster of grey stone houses huddled in the valley fog, their eyes fixed upward on the tower where silence reigned. Elias pulled again, the rope creaking under the...

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