The Golden Crossing

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The ink tastes like copper. I know this because I lick my fingers to check the consistency, a habit born of poverty, not poetry. My hands are cracked, the skin peeling away in white strips that float in the black basin. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have been grinding pigments for the Guild of Aethelgard for four years. Four years to pay for Mara’s lungs. The Guild Master, a...

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