The Golden Downtown

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The air in the workshop always tasted of iron and old pine, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and lingered long after the bell had rung. Elias Thorne sat at his bench, the rhythmic clatter of the loom behind him a steady heartbeat that marked the passing of seconds into minutes, and minutes into the slow, grinding erosion of days. He was a weaver of tapestries for the...

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