The Golden Crossing

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The sealed letter in Eamon’s hand was heavy, the wax seal cracked by the cold air of the carriage. He held it against his chest, feeling the weight of the parchment as if it were a stone. The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the road leading to Blackthorn Keep, a sound like dry bones breaking. Outside, the fog was thick, carrying the scent of rotting straw and wet earth. Eamon...

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