The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-23 01:15:51 -

The fire took the roof of the Great Hall before it took the King, and by the time I reached the window, the air was thick with the smell of melting wax and screaming timber. I am Elias, a scribe of no particular talent, and in my hand I held a single sheet of vellum, stained with the royal seal and the blood of a man I loved. The words on the page shifted as I watched, the ink swimming like oil...

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