The Golden Crossing

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The air in the Hall of Echoes did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place that had been sealed for three centuries. It smelled of ozone, sharp and electric, like the moment before a lightning strike. It smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias stood at the threshold, his boots sinking slightly into the gravel that had somehow migrated from the outside...

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