The Golden Crossing

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The mud is cold. It is a thick, black slurry that sucks at your boots with a wet, heavy pull. You feel it in your teeth. You feel it in the marrow of your bones. You are standing in the courtyard of the old castle. The stone walls are high. They are wet. They are slick with rain. You are not alone. There are others. They are moving. They are swinging. Your name is Thomas. You do not say it. You...

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