The Golden Crossing
The heavy iron key sat in my palm, cold and rough, its weight a physical anchor against the trembling of my fingers. I was Elias, thirty-two, a junior archivist in the High Court, and I held the seal to the Duke’s private library, a task that should have been a promotion but felt instead like a sentence. My vision blurred at the edges, a recurring fever that I told myself was merely exhaustion...
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