The Golden Downtown

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The river did not freeze, but it turned to iron, a solid, unyielding bar of black steel that stretched across the valley like a wound that would not close. Elias Vane stood on the bank, his boots sinking into the mud that had not yet hardened, watching the water’s surface reflect a sky the color of bruised slate. He was a man built for duty, a Warden of the Old Guard, a title that had lost its...

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