The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall in Oren was a cathedral of rot, its stone pillars sweating condensation that smelled of iron and old blood. You stood at the edge of the long table, your uniform crisp, your hands steady, holding the sealed decree that promised your freedom. The air was thick with the scent of roasted venison and the underlying, cloying perfume of decay that seeped from the valley floor. You...

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