The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it was poured, a gray and relentless deluge that turned the cobblestones of Ashford into a slick, treacherous mirror. Elara stood in the square, her back to the town hall, her hands raised not in defense but in a ward that shimmered with a faint, sickly violet light. The air smelled of wet stone and ozone, the scent of magic being scraped away from the world....

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