The Golden Crossing

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The fog clings to the stones of Blackwood like a wet shroud, and you stand at the edge of the river where the bridge used to be. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe whose hands are stained with the ink of other men’s lies. In your pocket, the pardon for your brother, Thomas, feels heavier than lead. You need to cross the water to deliver it, but the timber is gone, swept away by the last storm,...

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