The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the contract was not yet dry, and it smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that clung to the parchment like a shroud. I sat in the high-backed chair of the Guildhall, the oak beneath my hands cold and unyielding, while the air around us shimmered with the faint, iridescent dust of the Threshold. To my right stood Elowen, my partner of twenty years, her face a mask of polite...

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