The Golden Downtown

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The ink was still wet when the seal broke. Not the paper seal, which was merely a strip of wax and ribbon, but the seal of the name itself. I held the parchment in my hands, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent realization that the word *Home* had been scratched out. In its place, in a hand I recognized as my own, was the word *Exile*. I am a keeper of records. In...

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