The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall of the White House of the Dead was not a house, nor was it white, but a sprawling, impossible architecture of frozen sugar and shattered glass that hung in a void of absolute, humming silence. Major Elias Thorne sat at the head of a table that stretched into the infinite dark, his uniform immaculate, his medals catching the light from sources that did not exist. Before him lay...
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