The Golden Downtown

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the door swung open, a heavy oak slab that groaned in the drafty air of the keep’s upper chamber. I did not look up from my work. I was a clerk, a scribe of the old guard, bound by the oaths of the Order of the Silver Shield to record the debts of men who had broken their honor. The quill scratched against the parchment, a dry, rasping sound that seemed...

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