The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall of the Ironwood Barracks smelled of roasted mutton, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that no one else seemed to detect. It was a celebration for the promotion of Captain Elias Thorne, a man whose face had become a map of the last decade’s anxieties, etched deep by wind and worry. The officers sat in long rows of polished oak, their uniforms stiff with brass...

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