The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall of the Obsidian Tower was a cavern of cold stone and hot blood. The air smelled of roasting venison, stale wine, and the metallic tang of fear. Lord Valerius sat at the head of the long table, his face a mask of smooth, terrifying calm. Around him, the knights and scribes of the Order of the Silver Eye feasted on the spoils of a border war that had bled the countryside dry....

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