The Golden Downtown
The fog did not merely cover the city of Blackwood; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool that pressed against the windows of the municipal building, blurring the sharp, soot-stained lines of the industrial district into a smear of charcoal and rust. Thomas stood in the center of the Grand Hall, a space so vast and cold that his own breathing sounded like a small, trapped animal. He was a man of...
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