The Golden Crossing

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The decree is forged, Elias said. He held the parchment up, the ink still wet and heavy in the damp air of the archive. Thomas Bradshaw looked up from his scratching quill. The smell of iron gall was sharp, biting at the back of Elias’s throat. It was not a forgery, Thomas replied. His voice was flat, tired. The weight of the scroll in Elias’s hand seemed to double. He looked down at the seal....

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