The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when Elias saw the smudge, a faint, golden smear that ran like a vein of ore through the black page. He did not clean it. He watched it spread, a slow, viscous bloom against the cold parchment. The room smelled of damp stone and old iron, the scent of the Undercroft, where the Magistrates of the Veil kept their accounts. There was no sun here, only the...

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