The Golden Downtown
The blade bit into the shoulder of the black-clothed man, and the sound was wet, a sudden tear in the fabric of the air. Caelen did not look away. He stood in the mud of the village square, his breath ragged in his chest, the cold steel of his sword trembling in his grip. Around him, the rain fell in thick, silver sheets, washing the blood from his armor and mixing it with the dark earth. The...
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