The Golden Crossing

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The water in the Golden Crossing did not flow so much as it remembered, a viscous, shimmering amber that clung to the riverbanks like spilled honey and smelled, impossibly, of old paper and rain. You, Sergeant Elias Thorne, stood on the muddy bank in your damp uniform, the cold November wind of 2024 biting through your jacket, watching the fluid lick at the boots of the men and women of your...

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