The Golden Downtown

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The smell of yeast and burnt sugar, thick and cloying, clung to the inside of Elias Thorne’s coat, a ghost that refused to dissipate even as the wind from the harbor cut through the wool, biting at his exposed cheeks. He walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of a man who had carried weight so long that the spine had forgotten how to hold itself straight, the cobblestones of the old town slick...

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