The Golden Crossing

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Alaric, come here. The voice did not come from the squire, but from the stone itself, a low vibration that rattled the teeth in your skull and made the damp air taste of iron and old blood. You stood in the center of the keep’s great hall, the light from the single high window slicing through the dust in a pale, sickly beam that illuminated the motes swirling around the golden circlet on your...

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