The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick, black mirrors reflecting nothing but the hollow, gas-lit faces of those who still walked them, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Elias Thorne found himself locked inside the basement of the Grand Hotel, a place that had once been the beating heart of the...
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