The Golden Downtown
The iron gates of the Citadel of Saint Jude are closed against the wind. You stand before them, your hand resting on the cold, unyielding metal, feeling the vibration of the city below where the bells toll the hour of the wolf. You are the Warden, the keeper of the silence, the enforcer of the law that binds the breath of the world to the stone. For thirty years you have walked the corridors of...
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