The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the decaying architecture, and Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the thin wool of his overcoat, but from the terrible, crystalline clarity of the realization that had...
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