The Golden Crossing

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The feast is cold. The candles have burned to stubs. The wine has turned to vinegar in the glass. You sit at the head of the long oak table. You are the scholar. You are the keeper of the town’s memory. The town is small. It is old. The walls are stone. The air is thick with dust. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are pale. You hold the glass. The glass is cracked. A single fracture...

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