The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of charcoal and rust, while Elias Thorne sat alone in his workshop, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the damp, metallic tang of old copper, his hands trembling not from cold but from a sudden, violent lurch in his chest that felt less like a pain and more like the...

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