The Golden Downtown

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The sound of the axe splitting oak was a dry, rhythmic percussion that masked the silence of the valley, but it could not mask the ringing in Elias Thorne’s ears. He stood in the courtyard of the Whitmore estate, his hands wrapped around the handle of a tool that felt less like wood and more like a bruised bone. The morning air was sharp, biting at his exposed forearms, carrying the scent of...

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