The Golden Crossing

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard does not fall; it descends like a verdict, a heavy, silvery curtain that blurs the edges of the world and dampens the sound of your own heartbeat. You are walking, though your legs feel less like limbs and more like tethers, dragging you through the cobblestone streets that glisten with a wet, unnatural sheen. You are a Seeker, a title that sounds grand in the...

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