The Golden Crossing

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The air in the Hall of Records smells of ozone and old paper, a scent that has seeped into the fibers of your clothes over the last decade. You are standing before the High Archivist, a man whose face is as smooth and unreadable as the marble floor beneath his feet. He is not looking at you. He is looking at the ledger, his quill scratching against the parchment with a sound like dry leaves...

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