The Golden Crossing

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The river was not water. It was light. Liquid gold spilled over the stone banks, humming a low, vibrating note that rattled in the teeth. Mara stood at the edge. Her boots were caked in mud that had turned to ash. Her uniform, the blue wool of the City Watch, was torn at the shoulder. Blood seeped through the fabric, warm and sticky. She did not feel pain. She felt only the weight of her badge....

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