The Golden Crossing

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The mud on the highland road was not merely wet; it was a living thing, sucking at the heels of my boots with a persistence that felt personal, as if the earth itself resented my passage toward the magistrate’s seat. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border warden who has spent two decades marking lines in the fog that no one else can see, and I carry the stolen gold chalice of Lord...

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