The Golden Crossing

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The iron gates of the Blackwater Bastion did not creak in the wind, for there was no wind in the deep, subterranean labyrinth where the air tasted of wet stone and old blood, and I stood at the center of the circular chamber, my hands bound by chains of blackened steel that had been forged in fires that did not burn wood or coal, but rather the distilled essence of human guilt, and I watched as...

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