The Golden Crossing

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The bell tolls. It is not a sound. It is a weight. You feel it in your teeth. In the hollow of your chest. The sky above the courtyard cracks. It is not a cloud. It is a wound. Black smoke pours from the spires of the palace. The air tastes of ash and iron. You are standing still. Your hands are empty. They are trembling. You are the King’s tailor. For twenty years, you have stitched the linens...

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