The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-17 13:05:18 -

The rain does not fall here so much as it rises, a cold, silver mist that clings to the stone walls of the Keep and seeps into the marrow of your bones, eroding the certainty you once held that the world was built of solid things. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the floor slick with a substance that is neither water nor blood but something in between, a viscous, dark fluid that...

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