The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 15:10:34 -

The ink on your badge is not dry, but it feels heavy, a leaden weight against the wool of your tunic that pulls at the shoulder. You stand in the vaulted hall of the Ministry of Civic Order, a space where the air tastes of damp stone and old parchment, and the silence is so thick it seems to have texture, a velvet drapery that muffles the clatter of the quills scratching on the desks below....

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