The Golden Crossing

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The damp of the cell did not merely seep into Elias Thorne’s bones; it colonized them, a slow, cold rot that mirrored the decay of his own soul. He sat on the straw mat, his fingers wrapped tightly around the shattered pieces of the golden circlet, feeling the low, resonant hum that vibrated through the metal and into his teeth. It was a sound like a distant bell, a frequency that seemed to...

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