The Golden Crossing

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The rain fell in sheets of gray steel. It hammered against the leather of Arthur’s chest. He did not feel the cold. He did not feel the mud sucking at his boots. He only felt the weight of the gold. The medallion sat against his sternum. It was warm. It was heavy. It was alive. The bridge was stone. It was old. The stones wept with rain. Arthur crossed it. His hand was on the hilt of his sword....

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