The Golden Crossing

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The walls of the Citadel did not merely stand; they remembered. As I stood before the massive oak doors of the Archive, the stone beneath my boots felt cold and alive, humming with a low, tectonic vibration that traveled up through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my knees. I was thirty-four years old, though in the dim, dust-choked light of the lower corridors, I often felt as...

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