The Golden Crossing

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The parchment was thick, heavy with the smell of iron-gall ink and the damp rot of the vault where it had been stored for ten years. I held it up to the single shaft of light cutting through the high window of the throne room, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the words pressed into the wax seal that bore the King’s own crest. It was a bill of charges, written in the dry,...

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