The Golden Downtown
You are bleeding on the cobblestones, the red spreading in a warm, sticky web that binds your boots to the earth, but you do not feel the pain so much as a strange, cold detachment, a sense that your body is no longer entirely your own but rather a vessel for something older, something that has been walking these same streets for a thousand years. The sword in your hand is heavy, not with...
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