The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 13:20:07 -

The iron gates of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not creak; they screamed, a high, thin shriek that cut through the fog like a blade through silk. You stood on the threshold, your boots caked in the red mud of the valley below, the weight of the ceremonial sword heavy in your hand. The air inside was thick, suffocating, smelling of stale incense and old blood. This was the heart of the empire, a...

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