The Golden Downtown
The migration had not been a choice made in the quiet of a study, but a shedding, violent and inevitable, like a snake leaving its old skin in the rain. Elias Thorne had crossed the threshold into the Gilded District, that shimmering, impossible sprawl of gold-leafed avenues and glass towers that pierced the grey sky of London like needles pinning a butterfly to a board. It was a place where...
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