The Golden Crossing

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In the dream, the stone did not weep, but it remembered every drop of rain that had ever struck its face. You are standing before the Great Hall, a structure of such immense and terrible weight that the air around it feels thickened, viscous, as if the atmosphere itself has solidified in respect for the masonry. The Hall is not merely a building; it is a living organ of the state, a monolithic...

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