The Golden Crossing

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The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating scent of wet stone and old iron, a perfume that had no place in the sterile, white-tiled infirmary where Captain Arthur Penhaligon lay supine, his hands bound to the bedframe by straps of coarse leather. In the dream, he was not in the hospital, but standing in the vast, echoing nave of a cathedral that did not exist on any map, a...

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