The Golden Crossing

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Act I My hands were already stained black when the frost hit the glass, a sudden, violent cold that turned the breath in the scriptorium into white ribbons. I was scraping the gilded leaf from the margin of the Golden Codex, the blade held at a precise angle to avoid tearing the vellum, when the whisper came. It was not a sound so much as a pressure, a cold spot against the inner ear, repeating...

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