The Golden Crossing
The great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of damp stone and burnt tallow, a scent that had permeated the very mortar of the walls over seven centuries. It was a place of heavy shadows and lighter, terrible light, where the air hung thick with the weight of unspoken prayers. In the center of this vast, echoing space stood the Altar of the Golden Crossing, a structure of such immense and...
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