The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, vertical curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the air. It was the year of the Iron King, or so the elders claimed, though the dates had long since blurred into the mist of legend. In the city of Oakhaven, where the towers of the Magistrate’s Hall pierced the gray sky like broken teeth, the rain tasted of copper...

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