The Golden Downtown

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The iron gate of the estate did not open with a groan, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of rust and cold wind that seemed to come from the bones of the earth itself. You stand before it, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that has not tasted blood in three years, the leather worn smooth and white at the edges, a mirror of your own exhaustion. The air is thick with the scent of wet...

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