The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-20 16:01:43 -

The feast began in the dark. Torches burned in iron sconces. They hung high above the stone floor. The air smelled of woodsmoke and wet wool. It smelled of fear. Lord Elias sat at the head of the long oak table. He was a large man. His hands were thick. They rested on the table like two heavy stones. He did not move. He did not speak. He watched the light. The light was strange. It came from a...

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