The Golden Crossing

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The axe bit deep into the oak. Wood splintered. A scream tore the air. Captain Elias Thorne held his ground. His boots were rooted in the mud. The rain fell like needles. He watched the blade fall. It missed his eye by an inch. The woodchopper did not stop. The rhythm continued. Chop. Scream. Chop. Scream. This was the court of King Aldric. Or what remained of it. The Great Hall was a skeleton...

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