The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil stretched tight against the high, narrow windows of the city. You stood in the center of the square, the wet cobblestones slick and dark beneath your boots, and you felt the weight of the gold in your pocket. It was not a coin, nor a bar, nor a ring. It was a small, smooth stone, warm to the touch, humming with a low, persistent vibration...

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