The Golden Crossing

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The ink on the parchment had long since dried into a brittle, flaking crust, a map of dead cities and forgotten borders that Maudelina had traced with a fingertip so careful it felt like touching a sleeping bird, her breath held in the stagnant air of the attic room where the dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the heavy velvet drapes. She was not merely reading the...

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