The Golden Crossing
The Golden Crossing By Eleanor Ashworth The fog crept over the Channel like a living thing, swallowing the white cliffs whole. Inside the lighthouse tower, Lady Eleanor Vane stood at the observation window, her breath fogging the cold glass, and watched the English coast dissolve into nothing. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since she last saw land that wasn't an island of stone and...
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