The Golden Crossing

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The Magistrate’s voice cut through the damp air of the Guild hall, sharp as a knife against wet wood. "Thorne. Step forward." Elias Thorne did not step forward. He stood by the door, his hands still stiff from the rope work, watching the light slant through the high windows. It was late afternoon, the hour when the shadows stretched long and thin across the stone floor, turning the dust motes...

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