The Golden Downtown

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The dream smelled of wet wool and iron filings. It was a thick, metallic scent that coated the back of Caleb’s throat, tasting of old coins and rusted hinges. He was standing in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Civic Order, a place that had not existed in the physical world for three centuries, yet here it was, rendered in bone-white marble and shadowed archways that seemed to breathe. The air...

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