The Golden Crossing

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Elias. The name hung in the air of the scriptorium, heavy and sharp, spoken by Master Thorne with a weight that made your shoulders drop. You stood before the oak desk, your hands trembling not from fear, but from the cold seeping through the floorboards of the valley, a cold that had settled into your bones three years ago when your father’s body was pulled from the mud. You wanted the ring....

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