The Golden Crossing

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Aldric. The name was not a summon but a blade, wielded by the King’s herald across the vast, echoing expanse of the Golden Hall, and it cut through the din of four hundred diners with a sharpness that made the silverware clatter against the stone table. Aldric, who had spent the last six years binding his brother’s wounds and listening to the wet rattle of his breath, did not move. He stood at...

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