The Golden Downtown

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The air in the Great Hall tasted of iron and old wax. Commander Elias Thorne stood before the High King, his back rigid as a drawn bowstring. He did not look up. To look up would be to acknowledge the man who had ordered the siege, the man whose breath hung heavy in the cold stone air, smelling of spiced wine and rot. The tapestries behind the throne were ancient, their threads fraying at the...

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