The Golden Downtown

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The rain in Aethelgard does not fall so much as it settles, a fine, gray mist that clings to the wool of your coat and the stone of the streets. You walk with your head low, counting the steps to the Magistrate’s office, a rhythm that has become as familiar to you as your own heartbeat. You are walking to surrender the key. It is a small, brass thing, cold in your pocket, shaped like a weeping...

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