The Golden Downtown

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the manor, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to sync with the pulse in Elias Thorne’s temples. He stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper. In his hands, he held the gavel. It was not a heavy object, perhaps six inches of dark, polished oak, yet it...

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