The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the road that wound up from the valley floor to the town of Oakhaven had turned into a sucking, dark mire that threatened to swallow the wheels of the carriage whole. Captain Elias Thorne sat hunched in the corner of the vehicle, his back pressed against the damp wooden slats, watching the gray mist that clung to the pines on either side...
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