The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 13:15:49 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old money. Mara stood in the corner. She held a glass of wine. It was red. It was cold. She watched the room. The room watched back. It was a party for her father. He was eighty. He was sick. He was the king of this small city. Everyone knew him. Everyone loved him. Or so they said. Mara did not love him. Not anymore. She had stopped loving him years...

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