The Golden Downtown

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The ash falls like a slow, grey snow that does not melt, coating the cobblestones of Millhaven in a fine, powdery layer that turns black under the weight of your boots, and you stand there in the square, holding the clay jar with both hands, feeling the heat of the contents seep through the thin, glazed surface into your palms, burning your skin with a pain that is sharp and immediate and...

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