The Golden Downtown
The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones when the bell above the door of the Whitmore estate ceased to ring, a sudden and violent silence that seemed to swallow the morning light. It was a quiet so profound that it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums, demanding a stillness that no living thing could naturally sustain. Sir...
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