The Golden Downtown
The rain had fallen upon the cobblestones of the old quarter with a persistence that seemed less like weather and more like the weeping of the city itself, a gray and endless curtain that blurred the boundaries between the wet stone and the damp air, so that Seraphina Blackwood, the newly appointed warden of the Archives of St. Jude, walked through the streets with her head bowed, her boots...
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