The Golden Crossing

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The bell did not ring. It was a silence, heavy as wet wool, that announced the beginning of the shift. Elara stood before the great iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude, her hands trembling not from the cold of the highland mist, but from the precise, technical calculation of her own doom. She was the Warden, the lowest of the low, the one who swept the stone and scrubbed the grease from the iron...

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