The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling on the district of Oakhaven for three days, a steady, gray curtain that erased the lines between the pavement and the puddles, the windows and the walls. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main square, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat, watching the water ripple against the cobblestones. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders and heavy in the...
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