The Golden Downtown

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat as he pushed his way through the throng of courtiers who swayed like dry reeds in a gale. He was not here to serve the Queen, nor to pay his respects to the Duke of Northbridge, but to survive, for the debt collectors had finally stopped knocking at his door and...

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