The Golden Crossing
The letter in Elias Vane’s left hand weighed less than a single penny, yet it felt as heavy as the iron gate he had just closed behind him. It was a single sheet of cheap, gray stationery, the ink faded to a brownish smear, bearing only the name of his brother, Thomas, and a date three days prior. Elias stood on the platform of Oakhaven, the rusted town that had swallowed half the county’s...
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