The Golden Crossing

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The fog in the administrative hall of the Iron Gate was not merely weather; it was a substance, thick and grey, pressing against the stone windows like a living thing seeking entry. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling around a brass compass so worn that the metal had turned the color of old tea. He was a border warden, a man whose duty was to keep the peace, yet...

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