The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high, vaulted ceilings of the Ministry of Temporal Affairs, turning the polished oak floors into dark, reflective pools where the light seemed to drown. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a small, rectangular island of mahogany in a vast, echoing hall of stone and shadow. He was fifty-three years old, a man who had...

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