The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey weeping that blurred the boundary between the living stone of the Keep and the rotting earth of the valley below. You stood in the highest tower, your back to the door, your hands resting on the cold, damp lintel, feeling the pulse of the structure beneath your palms like the slow, arthritic thrum of a dying god. The air...

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