The Golden Crossing

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The Magistrate did not look up. He tapped his quill against the parchment, a dry, rhythmic click that echoed in the high, vaulted ceiling of the chamber. Elias stood before the desk, his hands clenched at his sides, the dust of the road still caked under his fingernails. "Your brother is a thief," the Magistrate said, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. "The law is clear. Theft from the...

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