The Golden Crossing

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The ink was wet, but it smelled of copper and old pennies. "You are bleeding on the vellum, Elara." The voice came from the shadows of the archive, low and rough, like a file dragged across stone. Elara did not look up. Her hand trembled, a fine vibration that traveled from the nib of her quill into the parchment, turning the black line of the Whispering Woods’ eastern border into a vein of...

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