The Golden Downtown

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The dream began with the smell of burnt honey and iron. I was standing in the courtyard of the old manor, the one that had stood in the shadow of the mill for three centuries, its stone walls weeping with moss that looked less like plant life and more like the residue of old grief. It was not a nightmare, exactly, but a memory that had calcified into something heavier, something that demanded...

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