The Golden Crossing

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The fire in the hearth of the Hall burned with a hunger that seemed to defy the physics of the room, licking at the stone lintel with a low, rhythmic hiss. I stood near the center of the floor, my uniform pressed so tight it felt like a second skin, my hands clasped behind my back. Around me, the townspeople of Oakhaven moved in a blur of silk and laughter, the air thick with the scent of...

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