The Golden Downtown

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The old oak in the courtyard was dying, its leaves turning a sickly, bruised yellow that seemed to bleed into the grey stone beneath it. Elias stood by the high iron gate, his hands bound behind his back with chains that were too loose, a cruel mercy that allowed him to feel the cold air bite at his wrists. He was a man of the Court, or had been, until the King’s men decided his blood was not...

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