The Golden Downtown
The seal is warm under your thumb, a smooth circle of wax that holds the weight of the city’s silence. You are a Keeper of the Order, a role that sounds grand in the ledgers but feels like a lock in a keyhole in practice. Your brother, Julian, presses his forehead against the cold glass of the observation deck. He is younger, sharper, his eyes holding the bright, frantic energy of a man who...
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