The Golden Crossing

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The rain in the Obsidian Court did not fall; it hovered, a fine mist of black dust that settled on the stone and the soul alike. Sir Aldric stood before the iron gates, his armor dull with age and rust, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the truth he carried. He had come for Elara. She was to be executed at noon for treason, a crime of silence that the Inquisitors deemed...

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