The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-18 03:26:29 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, black mirror reflecting the grey sky above. I stood at the threshold of the barracks, the heavy oak door groaning in my hands as I pushed it open, letting the damp chill seep into the marrow of my bones. On my shoulder hung the tunic, the one that had been my second...

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