The Golden Crossing

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The dust in the nave of St. Jude’s was not merely particulate; it was a suspension of time, a grey haze that coated Elara’s tongue with the taste of chalk and old blood. She stood before the crumbling east wall, her hands trembling not from the biting winter cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ledger she clutched against her chest. The Abbot, a man whose face had long since...

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