The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-17 20:23:12 -

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black as polished obsidian, reflecting the single, flickering gaslight that stood sentinel over the square. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my hands deep in the pockets of my heavy wool coat, watching the procession move toward the cathedral. It was the Feast of Saint Aldric, the day the city renewed its vows to itself, and I, a man who...

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