The Golden Crossing

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You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is the taste of old blood. Or perhaps it is the taste of the coin you held in your sleep. You look at your hands. They are rough. They are stained with soot and ash. You are in the village of Oakhaven. The rain has stopped. The mud is deep. You stand at the edge of the road. The road leads to the castle. The castle is a black tooth in the grey...

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