The Golden Crossing

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Act I The river does not forgive what the law cannot see. I am Anirut Roengsamut, thirty-two, a border guard stationed at the crumbling outpost on the edge of the old kingdom, where the water glows faintly gold at night, a local superstition I have learned to ignore. My hands are rough from gripping the handle of my baton and turning the crank of the windlass that holds the drawbridge; they are...

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