The Golden Crossing

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Thorne. The name was not a greeting. It was a command, barked by the High Inquisitor’s staff as the crowd surged forward in the mud of the palace courtyard. Elias Thorne stood bound, his wrists raw and red against the rope. He was forty years old, a border warden for twenty-two years, and he wanted only to see his daughter before the sun cleared the high walls. But the court did not care for...

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