The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-19 21:39:43 -

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old quarter like a fine, gray silt, settling into the cracks where the moss had long since died. Elara walked with her head bowed, her shoulders hunched against the chill that seeped through the wool of her cloak, her boots slapping a wet, rhythmic counterpoint to the distant, tolling of the city bells. She carried a satchel that weighed more than stone,...

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