The Golden Downtown

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The air in the Great Hall of the Whitmore Estate smelled of damp stone and old wax, a scent that had settled into the very grain of the oak floorboards where you now knelt, your knees aching against the cold. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having blurred into a single, long stretch of gray light that filtered through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust motes that...

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