The Golden Downtown
The dream began not with a sound but with the sensation of weightlessness, a profound and terrifying absence of gravity that pulled Sir Elias Thorne, the last of the Iron Wardens, up from the bed of his ancestral manor into a sky that was not quite the sky he had known in his waking life, for it was the color of old bruises and tasted of copper and dried lavender. He hung there, suspended in...
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