The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, wet breath that settled into the marrow of Sir Edric Vane’s bones. He walked the Shifting Path, a ribbon of moss-slick stone that wound through the grey mist of the Under-Realm, a place where time had lost its linear dignity and pooled like stagnant water in the hollows of the earth. Edric was old, though in this realm, age was...

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