The Golden Crossing
You dream of the seal. It is a circle of gold. It burns against your palm. You wake with the heat still there. The stone is gone. Only the mark remains. A red ring on your skin. You look at your wife. She is asleep. Her face is pale. Her hair is loose. You touch the mark. It pulses. You remember the oath. You remember the duty. You are the Warden. You must keep the gate. The gate is in the...
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