The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 02:22:58 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the scriptorium, a rhythmic, ceaseless tapping that sounded like fingernails scratching against the wood of your coffin. You sat at the high desk, your back straight, your hands stained with iron gall ink up to the second knuckle. The parchment was white and waiting, a blank void that seemed to pull at the edges of...

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