The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 21:31:06 -

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the slate roof of the manor, a relentless, gray drumbeat that seemed to sync with the pulse in Margaret’s throat. She stood in the corridor, her hand resting on the brass railing, feeling the cold metal bite into her palm. In her other hand, she held the sash. It was blue. A deep, bruising indigo that looked like the sky just...

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