The Golden Crossing

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The fog was thick enough to taste, a cold, metallic slurry that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood on the porch of the rental cottage, the deed to his father’s estate crinkled in his hand, watching the mist swallow the streetlamp at the end of the lane. It did not drift; it pressed against the glass with a physical insistence, as if the town of Oakhaven were holding its breath...

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