The Golden Crossing

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The rain hits the cobblestones in a rhythm you have known since childhood. It is not soft. It is a hammer against iron. You walk through the alleyway behind the Cathedral of Saint Jude. The air smells of wet stone and old blood. You are not afraid. Fear is a luxury for those who do not carry the weight of the city on their shoulders. You are the Warden. You wear the grey coat that stains with...

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