The Golden Crossing

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The soup was thick, a dark, viscous sludge that coated the back of the spoon with a tenacious, oily sheen. It smelled of iron and boiled earth, a scent that had permeated the stone walls of the infirmary until it was indistinguishable from the mortar itself. Elias sat on the edge of the narrow cot, his wrists bound loosely with a strip of linen that had been used to bandage a fracture days ago....

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