The Golden Crossing

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The iron clasp on the collar of his tunic had snapped. It was a small sound. A sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the silence of the chapel like a bone breaking. Thomas stood still. His hand hovered in the air, fingers curled around nothing. The silver plate, once polished to a mirror shine, now hung by a single, frayed thread of leather. It swayed. It caught the candlelight. It looked...

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