The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by a sky that had forgotten how to hold water, a relentless, gray pressure that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the jagged silhouette of the keep, and within that keep, in a chamber that smelled of damp wool and old iron, Margaret Holloway stood with her back to the door, her hands...

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