The Golden Downtown

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The fog did not merely settle upon the keep; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool that strangled the light and muffled the sound of my own breathing. I stood in the center of the great hall, the stone floor cold and damp beneath the soles of my boots, my hands resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than iron. It was not the weight of the steel that pressed upon me, but the weight of...

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