The Golden Crossing

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The fraying edge of the gold-threaded sash cut into my left hip as I hauled the heavy oak drawer across the scriptorium floor, the wood groaning under the weight of twenty years of accumulated silence. My fingers, stained black from the ink that seeped from the pages of the *Codex Vacui*, trembled not from cold but from the deep, marrow-level ache of the rot that had begun to spread beneath the...

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