The Golden Crossing

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall; it descended like a judgment, thick and cold as iron filings, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of mud and gray sky. Elias Thorne sat in the high window of the apothecary, his fingers wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. He was an exile, a man who had crossed the border not for love or gold, but for the quiet desperation...

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