The Golden Crossing

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The fog in Vael did not clear; it settled. It pressed against the windows of the bakery on Iron Street like a living thing, damp and grey, smelling of wet stone and old decay. Elias woke to the sound of a wet cough, a sound that had become the rhythm of his life over the past month. He rolled out of his narrow cot and saw Mara on the floor, her face pale against the white dust of the flour...

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