The Golden Crossing

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The leather of my gauntlet had stiffened against the skin of my thumb, a callus of dried blood and old sweat that cracked with every flex. I was packing the last of the supplies when the silence in the room finally became a sound, a low, grinding hum that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. Mara stood by the hearth, her back to me, arranging a bundle of dried herbs with a precision...

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