The Golden Crossing

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The iron gate of the Bastille was not locked, but it did not open. It simply resisted, a heavy, rusted tongue that refused to move against the stone, as if the air itself had thickened into a solid wall of lead. Silas stood before it, his hands trembling not from the cold that had settled into his bones over the long night, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the expectation that hung in the...

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