The Golden Crossing

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The brass key was already in your hand, its teeth worn flat by years of anxious friction against your thumb. You stood before the high window of the archive, the glass fogged with the damp cold of the season, watching the light die in the western sky. Outside, the city was a grey smear of stone and smoke, the capital of a nation that had no name on any map you were permitted to study. You were...

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