The Golden Crossing

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The iron gate groaned open with a sound like a dying beast, and the fog rolled into the courtyard of the keep, thick and white and absolute, erasing the horizon and leaving only the immediate, suffocating reality of the stone walls that enclosed us. I stood at the threshold, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a sharp, physical thing that bit into my bones, but from the terrible,...

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