The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the seal was still wet. I pressed my thumb into it. Red. Like blood. Like the wound in my side. The parchment curled. The words formed. *Order of the Iron Watch.* I am a soldier. I am a ghost. The hall is cold. Stone walls. Tall windows. Light falls in sheets. Dust dances. I stand before the High Lord. He is old. His eyes are milky. He sees everything. He sees nothing. He holds the...

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