The Golden Crossing

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The King left on a Tuesday. Or at least, he looked like a King. He wore a coat of black wool. It was thick. Heavy with rain. He stood at the gate. I stood behind him. My name is Elias. I am the Auditor. I check the ledgers. I count the gold. I verify the weight. The gate was gold. Not real gold. Gilded brass. But it caught the sun. It burned the eyes. The King turned. He smiled. It was a wide...

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