The Golden Crossing

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The candle grease had congealed into a thick, amber scab along the rim of the crystal goblet, sticky under Elias Thorne’s thumb as he lifted it to his lips, the heat of the wine a small, sharp contrast to the cold dread pooling in his stomach. Around him, the great hall of Lord Vane’s manor groaned under the weight of a hundred bodies, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar, spilled wine,...

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