The Golden Downtown

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The banquet hall of the Grand Meridian Hotel smelled of roasted pheasant, stale perfume, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and settled into the pores of the skin, a heavy, suffocating perfume of decay masked by luxury. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands folded tightly in his lap, watching the chandeliers cast their fractured light across...

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