The Golden Downtown

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The bread was not bread. It was a slab of compressed silence, pale and dense as a river stone, resting on a board of dark, unpolished oak that smelled of old iron and damp earth. Elias stood before it, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the hunger that had hollowed him out over the last three days. He was a man who had once commanded men, who had worn the...

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