The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 09:02:32 -

The air in the infirmary tasted of wet wool and old iron, a sensory blend that had become so intrinsic to your existence that you could no longer distinguish it from the scent of your own skin. You sat in the corner, your back pressed against the cold stone of the wall, your fingers idly tracing the intricate stitching of the grey wool shawl draped over your shoulders. The fabric was rough,...

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