The Golden Downtown
The gate is locked. It has always been locked, in the way that a scar is closed, tight and permanent. You stand before it in the grey light of the ancient keep, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and old iron. This is the final post. You have held the perimeter for three days, three nights, without sleep, without water, your body a hollow vessel of duty. The command structure is clear...
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