The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-19 08:42:46 -

The smell of burnt sugar and ozone hung in the air of the Guildhall, a thick, cloying veil that seemed to settle into the pores of my skin, refusing to wash away. I stood before the High Alchemist, a man whose face was a map of fine lines and deeper scars, his eyes the color of tarnished silver. He did not look at me, but at the small, glass vial I held in my trembling hands. Inside, a golden...

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