The Golden Crossing

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The gold was cold. Elara held the locket in her palm, watching the metal drink the warmth from her skin. It was a small thing, no larger than a sparrow’s egg, but it hummed with a frequency that made her teeth ache. In Oakhaven, gold was not merely precious; it was hungry. The town’s miners knew this, though they rarely spoke of it. They wore their pay in iron rings and lead buttons, anything...

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