The Golden Crossing

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The iron cuff is warm against the back of your neck, a heavy, living thing that pulses with a rhythm not quite your own, and you are currently breaking through a door made of oak and old blood into a room that smells of wet wool and ozone. The air here is thick, viscous, tasting of copper and impending rain, and you can feel the weight of your uniform, not just the fabric and the brass buttons,...

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