The Golden Crossing
The first thing you hear is the wind, a low, grinding moan that rattles the iron shutters of the outpost, followed immediately by the sharp, wet slap of mud against the stone foundation. Then, the voice of Commander Halloway, muffled by the door but distinct in its bureaucratic crispness, cutting through the storm. "Thorne. You are in violation of Order 44-B. The river is closed for sanitation....
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