The Golden Downtown
The lantern had been his father’s, and his father’s before him, a brass cylinder of tarnished gold that had once cast a warm, inviting glow over the cobblestones of the old town. Now, in the hands of Elias Thorne, it was merely a weight, a dull and unyielding object that felt less like a source of light and more like a cage for a dying soul. He held it tightly against his chest as he walked the...
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