The Golden Crossing

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The gold in your pocket is heavy. It is a jagged shard, no larger than a thumbnail, and it pulls at the fabric of your waistcoat with a weight that defies its size. You are standing at the head of the long oak table in the Guild Hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and stale beer. The Guild Master, a man named Halloway whose skin is the color of old parchment, is speaking into...

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