The Golden Crossing

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The fire took the roof of the Great Hall on a Tuesday, the kind of day that feels like a held breath before a sneeze. You remember the smell, a thick, wet rot of burning oak and wet thatch that clung to your nose for days, long after the smoke had cleared. You were twelve, old enough to know that the world was breaking, young enough to believe that you could glue it back together with enough...

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