The Golden Crossing

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The guard at the gate did not raise his spear. He simply looked at you, his eyes flat and dead as stones in a riverbed, and said, You have the wrong face. You stood there, the morning mist curling around your boots, the weight of the iron on your back a familiar, heavy companion. You were the Captain of the Eastern Watch, a man who had held the line against the tide for thirty years. You knew...

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