The Golden Crossing

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The voice came from the head of the long mahogany table, low and dry as sandpaper on wood. "Elias Thorne, you will stand." The sound of the command cut through the hum of the banquet hall, silencing the clinking of silverware and the low murmur of forty guests. Elias straightened his spine, the goldsmith’s apron still dusted with metallic powder, his hands trembling not from cold but from the...

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