The Golden Crossing

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The name hit the air before the hand did, a sharp crack of authority that bounced off the peeling wallpaper of the council chamber. "Thorne," Vane said, not looking up from the stack of blueprints, his voice carrying the dry, brittle texture of old paper. Elias stood in the doorway, the late afternoon light slicing through the dusty blinds to illuminate the motes dancing around him, and felt...

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