The Golden Downtown

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The fire did not start with a spark. It started with a sound, a low, wet tearing that shook the cobblestones beneath your boots and turned the air thick with the smell of charred pine and old blood. You stood on the bridge, your uniform soaked in rain that was turning to ash, watching the great oak in the center of the square collapse. It was a creature of centuries, its roots woven into the...

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