The Golden Crossing

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Act I "You’re bleeding glass, Sadia. Look at your hands." Sadia Durrani did not look up. The furnace roared in the stable loft, a low, constant growl that vibrated through the soles of her boots. Below, the horses stamped their hooves against the packed earth, a rhythmic thudding that matched the hammering in her temples. She was twenty-eight, a master glassblower, and in the high court of the...

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