The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, silvery curtain that blurred the edge of the world into a soft, indistinct gray, washing away the dust of the road and the scent of the chariots that had passed three days prior, leaving only the wet, iron tang of the earth and the persistent, humming vibration of the storm in the air. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ravine,...
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