The Golden Downtown

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as groan, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. It was a sound that had defined the rhythm of Ashwick for three centuries, marking the hours with a heaviness that felt less like time passing and more like a weight being slowly, inevitably, pressed down upon the shoulders of the living. Elias stood on...

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