The Golden Downtown
The fog did not merely settle upon the city of Oakhaven; it invaded, a pale, wet shroud that clung to the cobblestones and the iron grates, swallowing the gaslights whole until the world was reduced to a sphere of grey ambiguity where shadows stretched and merged into one another like smoke. Elara Vance stood at the threshold of the High Council Chamber, her fingers trembling not from the cold...
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