The Golden Downtown
The road into the valley did not end; it dissolved. You walked on, your boots sinking into a moss that hummed beneath your soles, a low, resonant thrum that traveled up through your shins and settled in the marrow of your bones. You were a soldier, though the uniform you wore had long since faded to the color of wet ash, and the insignia on your chest was a blur of tarnished gold that no longer...
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