The Golden Crossing

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Elara, the ink is dry, said the High Archivist, his voice carrying the flat, administrative weight of a door closing on a room that no longer existed. I stood in the high tower of the Iron Concordat, my fingers stained the black of a bruise, and looked down at the parchment where the living script had just finished writing my brother’s name in a script that looked less like language and more...

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