The Golden Crossing

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You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the limestone cliff gives way to the churning, gray waters of the North Sea, and the wind does not merely blow but scours your lungs with the cold, salt-heavy breath of an eternity that has no end. The stone beneath your boots is slick with the residue of centuries of rain, a slickness that mirrors the treacherous stability of the empire you have...

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