The Golden Crossing
Chapter One The stone remembers what the mouth forgets. This was the first lesson Sagal Omar learned in the Imperial Bureau of Records, a truth etched into the lintel above the heavy oak doors of the archive. He stood now in the central hall, the air thick and still, tasting of dry dust and old ink. The heat shimmered against the high windows, a physical weight pressing down on his shoulders,...
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