The Golden Crossing

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The parchment was heavy, stiff with the wax seal of the High Court, and it smelled of tallow and old iron. I held it in my left hand, the right trembling so violently that the inkwell on the desk before me threatened to spill. It was a list of debts, or perhaps a catalogue of sins, written in the Chancellor’s cramped, angular script. At the top, in letters large enough to blind a man, was my...

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