The Golden Crossing

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The vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a slender cylinder of thick glass that held a liquid the color of late autumn honey. He turned it slowly, watching the goldenroot tincture cling to the sides, a viscous thread that refused to break, before the situation of his hands betrayed him. A tremor, fine and persistent, rippled through his fingers, a secret palsy that had begun three years...

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