The Golden Downtown

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, a thick, gray wool that suffocated the cobblestones and the breath of the men who patrolled them. Elias Thorne, a constable of twenty years’ service with a back that ached with the damp cold and a heart that beat in the steady, metronomic rhythm of duty, walked the perimeter of the Old Quarter with his lantern held low. He was not there to look...

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