The Golden Crossing

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The cart wheels groaned against the cobblestones of King’s Row, a sound like old bones breaking in the damp earth, and Thomas Ashworth sat in the back with his hands bound in rope that smelled of pine resin and sweat, watching the grey mist curl around the spires of the palace ahead. He had been walking for three days, or perhaps it was three nights; time had become a fluid thing, dissolving...

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