The Golden Downtown

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The knife was not a knife, but a sliver of bone-white light that hummed against the silence of the air. It was midday, or what passed for midday in the Gilded Hollow, where the sun hung suspended like a rotten apple in the sky and the shadows stretched long and thin as taffy pulled by an invisible hand. Arthur was running. His lungs burned with the taste of copper and old dust, his small legs...

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