The Golden Crossing

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The gilded hall of the Eternal Court smelled of wet stone and rot. Muhammad Darwish stepped over a puddle of dark sap, his boots sinking into the slick floor. He held his father’s withered golden lily tightly, the stem trembling in his grip. The air hummed with a low, vibrating frequency that made his teeth ache. Around him, the courtiers shifted, their faces pale masks in the dim light. He had...

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