The Golden Crossing
Elias. The name hung in the air of the guardhouse, cold and sharp, before I could answer. It was Captain Halloway who called it out, his voice cracking against the stone walls. He was standing by the window, looking out at the fog that swallowed the valley of Oakhaven whole. I wanted to cross the river. That was the only thing that mattered. I wanted to find Thomas, who had vanished into the...
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