The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall of the old abbey did not smell of roasting meat or spiced wine, but of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to seep up through the floorboards and into the lungs of every guest who sat upon the crumbling oak benches. It was a feast held in the dark, lit only by the sputtering tallow candles that cast long, dancing shadows against the vaulted...

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