The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 08:42:10 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the High Court’s forecourt into a mirror that reflected nothing but the grey, weeping sky and the heavy, wet wool of your coat. You stood at the edge of the reflection, watching your own face distort in the puddles, a smudge of ink on water. The coat was brown, once a deep, dignified umber, now faded to the color of dried mud,...

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