The Golden Downtown
The rain has not stopped falling for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turns the cobblestones of the old district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the towering, soot-stained spires of the Magistrate’s Hall, a place where you have spent the better part of your adult life scrubbing floors that are older than the kingdom itself. You move through the corridors with the silent,...
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