The Golden Crossing
The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Hall cast a web of light over the banquet tables, turning the wine in the glasses into pools of dark, suspended blood. Elias Thorne stood by the pillar, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the new mayor, Julian Vane, laugh with the town’s industrialists. Vane was a large man, broad-shouldered and loud, and he had just purchased the old mill on the...
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