The Golden Crossing

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Elias counted the stones. One, two, three. He placed his hand flat against the Obsidian Gate, feeling the cold seep into his knuckles, the weight of the structure pressing down on his spine. The boundary was a living thing, a wall of dark glass that hummed with the low, tectonic thrum of the town’s accumulated shame. He had served as its warden for twenty years, a tenure that had cost him his...

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