The Golden Crossing

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The shards of the circlet lie cold in your palm, seven pieces of beaten gold that once held the shape of your sister’s brow. You are Elias, a goldsmith in the walled city of Oren, and you have not slept in forty days. The metal remembers blood. That is the rule, the one whispered in the back rooms of the guild where the masters keep their secrets. It says the gold is alive, that it holds the...

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