The Golden Downtown
The leather strap of the heavy brass-bound ledger case, which sat upon the floorboards of the scribe’s cramped study, had begun to fray at the very edge where it met the clasp. It was a delicate unraveling, a slow hemorrhage of threads that bled into the dust, yet to the eyes of those who walked the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven, it was a beacon of rot. The town, a place where the mist clung...
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