The Golden Downtown
The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, wet sound of a lock turning, a mechanical groan that echoed in the hollow space behind Elara’s eyes before she had even opened them to the waking world. It was a dream of the Old Court, that labyrinthine edifice of stone and silence that stood at the edge of the valley, a place where the laws of men were written in ink that never dried and...
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