The Golden Downtown

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the jagged, rain-slicked sky. I stood at the threshold of the High Chamber, my boots heavy with the mud of the streets below, and I felt the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums. It was a silence that did not belong to a place where...

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