The Golden Downtown

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The fire took the east wing of the manor in the night, and when the smoke cleared, it left behind a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood in the ashes, my hands blackened with soot, watching the embers pulse with a faint, dying red light, while the rest of the estate remained untouched, absurdly intact in the moonlight. I was a prisoner of my own...

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