The Golden Crossing

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The dream had no beginning, only a suffocating weight of wet wool and iron, a sensation that was not quite memory but a deeper, more primal echo of a violence that had been committed against the body of the earth itself, and as Marcus Vane woke in the narrow, stone-walled cell of the Guildhall, the first thing he registered was not the cold, which was a constant companion in the lower districts...

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