The Golden Crossing

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The feast was a roar of gold. It hung from the rafters of the great hall in the village of Oakhaven, a tapestry of thread that shimmered like the surface of a still lake. The air smelled of roasted pork, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Everyone looked up. No one looked down. Thomas stood at the edge of the room. He held a cup of wine that had gone warm. His hands did not...

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