The Golden Downtown

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The elm trees in the park had grown so thick and interlaced that their branches formed a second ceiling, a green vault from which no rain could penetrate and no light could escape, trapping the air in a humid, breathing stillness. Elias Thorne stood beneath this canopy, his breath fogging slightly in the cold despite the summer heat, his fingers trembling not from the chill but from the sheer,...

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