The Golden Crossing

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The feast in the great hall of Oakhaven was a blaze of tallow light and roasted meat, the air thick with the smell of spiced wine and the sweat of the Duke’s guests. Elara stood at the edge of the room, her hands stained with indigo dye, watching the gold-leafed plates clink as the servants passed them. She was thirty years old, though the worry lines around her eyes made her appear older, and...

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