The Golden Downtown

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The fog did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that settled over the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, swallowing the gaslights whole and leaving only the faint, trembling halos of their glow. Elias Thorne stood before the great iron gates of the Ministry of Reconciliation, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking softly with the tension of a man...

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