The Golden Crossing

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The mist did not lift in the morning. It thickened, a grey wool that pressed against the windows of the Keep until the stone felt less like rock and more like flesh. I stood at the edge of the rampart, my hand resting on the cold iron of the gate, waiting for the bell that had not rung for three days. In this place, silence was not an absence of sound. It was a presence. It had weight. It had a...

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