The Golden Crossing

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The loom shudders under your fingers, a low, wooden groan that vibrates up through your wrists and settles in the hollow of your chest. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and the thread in your hand is snapping, snapping, snapping, a rhythmic failure that mirrors the tremor in your own hands. Outside the high, arched windows of the Guild hall, the autumn light is thin and pale, casting long,...

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