The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror reflecting the grim, soot-stained facades of the textile mills that dominated the horizon, and it was in this suffocating, wet atmosphere that Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the foot of the hill, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and decay,...
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