The Golden Downtown

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The iron was cold, a dull and heavy weight in Elias’s hands, but the heat of the forge behind him was a living thing, a breath of fire that never ceased. He stood in the shadow of the great hall, the stone floor beneath his boots slick with the condensation of centuries, and he watched the King. The King sat upon the throne of black oak, his face a mask of indifference, his eyes fixed on some...

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