The Golden Downtown

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The morning mist clung to the stone walls of the keep, damp and cold, soaking into the wool of Sir Elias Thorne’s tunic until it felt less like fabric and more like a second skin. He stood by the arched window of the great hall, his hands resting on the rough-hewn oak sill, watching the courtyard below where the knights sharpened their swords with rhythmic, metallic screeches. The sound was a...

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