The Golden Crossing

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The mason’s hammer rang out, a dull thud against the granite, and the sound was swallowed by the wind before it reached the ground. Elias Thorne stood alone in the shadow of the unfinished spire, the morning air thick with the smell of wet limestone and rust. He was forty-two years old, his hands cracked and bleeding, his back bent from twenty years of lifting stone that weighed more than a...

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