The Golden Crossing
The letter from the magistrate’s office arrived on a Tuesday, the paper heavy with the damp weight of the season, and I read it twice before I threw it into the fire where the ashes curled into black ribbons. It was not a threat, exactly, but a statement of fact, signed in ink that still smelled of iron: the crossing of the Golden River was declared cursed, and any attempt to traverse the water...
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