The Golden Crossing

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The river was not rising; it was insisting. It pressed its grey, silt-heavy face against the concrete lip of the outpost’s retaining wall with a patience that felt less like water and more like a debt coming due, a slow, hydraulic accumulation of pressure that no amount of bureaucratic optimism could legislate away. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the wall, his boots squelching in the wet...

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