The Golden Downtown

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The fire took the roof of the granary before the sun had fully cleared the eastern ridge, and the smell of burning thatch hung in the air like a thick, oily fog that coated the back of my throat. I stood in the mud of the courtyard, my hands still raw from digging the drainage ditch, watching the timber groan and splinter under the weight of the flames. The village, a collection of stone...

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