The Golden Crossing

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The wall didn’t just stand. It breathed. That was the first thing I told myself when I pressed my forehead against the cold, damp stone of the North Gate. It exhaled a mist that smelled of old iron and wet wool. We were the Keepers of the Perimeter, a title that sounded grand in the old texts but felt heavy, like a wet cloak, in the morning light. My job was simple. Watch the line. Do not...

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