The Golden Downtown

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The mud of the valley was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a black, sucking mouth that sought to consume the boots of the men of the Iron Guard. I stood knee-deep in the slurry, the weight of my armor pulling me down, a leaden anchor dragging me toward the riverbed. The air tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. Around me, the groans of the...

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