The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the high, narrow windows of the manor house. Within the chamber, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old dust, a smell that had settled into the very stones of the house over the course of many winters. Young Thomas sat in the corner, his back pressed against the cold masonry, his eyes fixed on the small,...

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