The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One "Put the lamp closer," Elara said, her voice thin as the parchment I was holding. "Your hands are shaking, Parvin. You cannot write the final clause if you cannot steady the quill." I did not answer. I was fifty-two, and the ink in my veins was turning thick, a dark sludge that made my joints ache in the cold. The salt-pan settlement outside the window was silent, the air heavy with...

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