The Golden Crossing

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The road is red. It is wet with mud and older things. You walk. Your boots sink. You do not stop. You are looking for the bridge. Everyone says it is there. Everyone says it crosses the chasm where the King’s shadow falls. But the chasm is wide. And the air tastes of iron and burnt sugar. You carry no map. You carry only your eyes. And the weight of what you have seen. The gates of the Citadel...

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