The Golden Crossing
You are the Sentinel. The iron mask fits. It is cold. It is heavy. It is your face. You do not remember when you put it on. You do not remember your name. You only know the duty. Hold the gate. The stone gate is vast. It spans a void. Below the void, a river flows. The water is gold. It moves like slow honey. It glows with a light that has no source. The river is the world. The river is the...
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