The Golden Crossing

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The long table in the Oakhaven hall was groaning under the weight of pork, potatoes, and the heavy silence of the foreman’s family. Twelve-year-old Elias Vane sat at the edge, his elbows tucked tight against his ribs, watching the steam rise from the tureen like a ghost refusing to leave. The air smelled of lard and iron, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He wanted to...

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