The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 01:11:25 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick mirrors reflecting the hollow, wet sky, and in the shadow of the old clock tower, where the shadows pooled like thick, stagnant ink, stood Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the indigo of his trade and whose eyes held the particular, weary...

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