The Golden Crossing

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The rain against the window of the Meridian Surveying Bureau was a rhythmic, mechanical tapping, a sound Elias Thorne had come to associate with the friction of ink drying on vellum. He stood before the drafting table, the final border map for the new province spread out beneath his hands, waiting for the official seal that would certify his twenty years of labor. The room was cold, smelling of...

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