The Golden Downtown

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The carriage wheels bit into the red clay of the road, a rhythmic, grinding sound that seemed to grind against the very marrow of my bones, and we traveled through a twilight so thick and violet it felt less like light and more like a heavy, suffocating liquid that we were wading through, leaving only the faint, fading embers of the day behind us as we approached the sprawling, decaying estate...

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