The Golden Downtown
The air in the Grand Antechamber of St. Jude’s Institute for the Preservation of Civic Order smelled of dried lavender and old paper, a scent that had settled into the very planks of the floor like a second skin. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the rain blur the cobblestones of the square below. He was a man of modest stature and even more modest...
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