The Golden Crossing

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You will remember the sound of the rain hitting the slate roof, a relentless, drumming percussion that seemed to shake the very bones of the house, and you will remember that it was the night your father, Sir Arthur, decided to stop pretending that his hands did not belong to him anymore. The castle was a beast of stone and shadow, ancient and unyielding, and the only light came from the single...

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