The Golden Crossing

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The sword was not a weapon. It was a name. It was a debt. It was the only thing in the world that did not bend. Aldric stood in the mud. The rain had stopped, leaving the earth slick and black as wet coal. His armor was heavy. It smelled of iron and old sweat. The weight of it pressed against his shoulders, a physical manifestation of the oath he had sworn. He looked at the man before him. The...

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