The Golden Crossing

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The mud sucks at your boots with the patience of a creditor, pulling at the soles, at the ankles, at the very fabric of your resolve as you step onto the causeway into the Black Fen at dawn. You are Mara, thirty-two, a widow whose husband died of the lung-rot three years ago, and you want the golden root that grows only in this shifting marsh to cure your son’s wasting cough, a cough that rips...

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