The Golden Downtown

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The rain fell in sheets of silver, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mirror. I stood beneath the awning of a shuttered apothecary, my cloak heavy with water, watching the guards clash with the rioters in the square. My name was Elias, or so the papers in my pocket claimed, but in this place, I was only the stranger with the strange hands. The air smelled of...

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