The Golden Crossing
The collapse of the eastern wing of St. Jude’s Orphanage did not announce itself with a roar, but with a sigh, a long, structural exhalation of dust and failing timber that settled over the valley like a grey shroud. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, a day indistinct from any other in the calendar, yet for Elara Vane, it marked the precise moment when the architecture of her reality began to...
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