The Golden Crossing

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The rain against the leaded glass was a rhythmic, dull thrum, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You sat in the high-backed chair in the corner of the library, the leather worn soft by decades of hands that had once been steady and strong. You were a scholar of the old tongues, a keeper of the written word, but in this place, in this time, words had failed you. The air...

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