The Golden Downtown

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The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating scent of wet wool and iron filings, a pungency that clung to the back of Edmund’s throat as he stood in the vast, cavernous hall of the Ashworth Institute, the air thick with the hum of unseen machinery and the whispered prayers of men who had long since forgotten how to speak to God. He was standing before the Great Ledger, a...

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