The Golden Downtown
The carriage rattled over the cobblestones, a rhythmic percussion that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of Dr. Elias Thorne’s femurs, a deep, resonant thrum that was less a sound than a physical assault on his skeletal architecture. He sat hunched in the corner of the diligence, his posture a deliberate architectural collapse, as if trying to make himself small enough to fit inside...
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