The Golden Crossing

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The mist clings to the stones. It has always clung to the stones. You stand at the gate. The iron is cold. The iron is heavy. The iron is old. You hold the sword. It is yours. It was given to you. It is the weight of your life. The weight of your name. The weight of your blood. You are the Keeper. You are the Last. The walls are high. The walls are white. The walls are silent. Inside, the court...

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