The Golden Crossing

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The road to the Hall of St. Jude was not paved, but packed with the red clay of autumn, a color that seemed to drink the last of the light before the sun dipped below the treeline. You walked it with your brother, Thomas, who was three years your junior and already wearing the stiff, woolen tunic of a novice clerk. You carried a satchel that weighed more than your back should have, filled with...

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