The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the sky and the earth, blurring the sharp, angular edges of the stone fortress that crouched like a wounded beast on the precipice of the valley. Inside the command tent, the air was stale, tasting of wet wool and the metallic tang of fear, and the map spread across the central table was...
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