The Golden Crossing
The storm did not break the castle walls, but it did break the silence that had held the garrison of St. Jude’s Keep for three days, and when the wind finally sighed its last breath through the high, narrow windows, it carried with it the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stones. Inside the great hall, which had once been a place of feasting...
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