The Golden Crossing

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2026-08-23 11:54:50 -

The parchment lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. I read the summons from Guild Master Aldous Thorne, my superior, my father’s old friend, and the man who held the city’s fate in his cold, ink-stained fingers. The document was brief, brutal in its brevity. It accused me of hoarding the sacred lime, of letting the Golden Crossing stagnate through negligence rather...

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