The Golden Crossing
"Three days. That is all the time the High Priest grants before the salt seals the shafts." I looked at the vial in my hand. The liquid inside was the color of old honey, thick and slow. It was the Golden Crossing, the tincture I had spent four years distilling from the marrow of the living, a process that required the mine itself to yield its gold. My brother, Kael, sat on the concrete bench...
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