The Golden Crossing

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The frost came down like a hammer. It did not drift. It struck. The ice formed in sheets over the stone floors of the manor, thick enough to shatter a boot. Elias stood by the hearth. The fire was dead. Embers glowed red, then dimmed. He watched them die. He was a guard. He guarded the house. He guarded the blood. The blood was in the walls. The blood was in the floor. The blood was in the...

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