The Golden Downtown

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The banquet hall was not made of stone, but of solidified twilight, a violet haze that hummed against the eardrums like a low-frequency drone. Long tables stretched into the mist, laden with food that looked real enough to trigger hunger but smelled only of ozone and wet ash. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of a table that curved away from him, his uniform pressed to a sharp, impossible...

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