The Golden Downtown

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The iron gates of the sanctuary slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the vaulted stone hall like the final breath of a dying god, sealing us in with the scent of damp mortar and ancient dust. I stood there, my small hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through my woolen tunic, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had fallen after Father Elias’s voice had...

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