The Golden Downtown

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The air in the Undercroft tasted of wet chalk and old blood, a flavor I had come to know as intimately as the taste of my own wife’s lips, though hers had long since faded into a phantom sweetness that only existed when I closed my eyes. I stood before the Great Table, the surface of which was not wood, but a slab of polished obsidian that reflected my own hollowed face back at me with a...

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