The Golden Crossing
The rain fell on the city like a heavy, grey veil, soaking into the cobblestones of the narrow streets where the shadows stretched long and thin against the soot-blackened brickwork. You moved through the crowd, your boots striking the wet pavement with a rhythmic, hollow thud that seemed to echo the beating of your own heart, which had grown heavy with the weight of the past and the dread of...
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