The Golden Crossing

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it thickened, a wet wool blanket suffocating the cobblestones and the breath of the living. Elias Thorne sat before his loom, the warp threads taut and humming with a low, electric vibration that made his teeth ache. He was forty years old, his hands mapped with scars that never fully healed, the skin peeling back to reveal the raw, pulsing flesh beneath. He...

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