The Golden Crossing

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The gold does not belong to you. You hear the words before you see the man. The Abbot’s voice is dry, like the sound of old parchment tearing. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe in the Iron Monastery. Your hands are stained with ink, a permanent brown that no amount of lye can wash away. You want to cross the Ash River. You want to deliver a vial of clear water to your sister, Margot, who is...

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