The Golden Downtown

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The river rose before dawn, swallowing the cobblestones of Miller’s Bridge and turning the water into a churning sheet of grey iron. It was not rain that came, nor sleet, but a thick, wet fog that tasted of sulfur and old rot. It clung to the brick facades of the downtown district, erasing the boundaries between the streetlamps and the sky. In the attic room above the chandler’s shop, Elias...

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