The Golden Crossing

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The ledger lay open on the soot-blackened desk, its pages thick with the arithmetic of ruin, and Elara Vance counted the days until the *Aethelgard* reached port, her fingers tracing the ink of her husband’s signature as if it were a lifeline to a shore she could no longer see. She was thirty-four, a widow in a world that preferred its women quiet, and she stood alone in the humming,...

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