The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. The air was thick, heavy with the breath of three hundred guests. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table. He wore his dress uniform. The medals on his chest caught the candlelight. They did not shine. They looked like dead insects. Across the table sat General Halloway. Halloway spoke. His voice was low. It scraped against...

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