The Golden Crossing
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound that seemed to echo in the hollows of Elias Thorne’s chest as they climbed the steep, rain-slicked path toward the Abbey of St. Jude. It was the year of our Lord 1347, and the air tasted of wet stone and impending winter, a chill that bit through his wool coat and settled deep in his bones. Elias, a scholar of natural philosophy...
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