The Golden Downtown
The rain in the capital city did not fall so much as it was suspended, a gray, omnipresent mist that clung to the limestone facades and the wet wool of coats. It was the kind of weather that made the world feel held under glass, sealed and silent. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the Grand Hall, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water streak down the tall, arched windows....
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