The Golden Crossing

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Act I "You’re late for the census, little weaver. The Ink has no patience for debtors." I looked up from the loom, my fingers still stained with the indigo of the night’s work. The Guild Master stood in the doorway of my workshop, his robes heavy with the damp of the sideways rain that had battered the temple courtyard for a week. The air inside smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of the...

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