The Golden Downtown

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The storm did not arrive so much as it descended, a heavy, wet blanket of black clouds that swallowed the sun whole, turning the midday light into a bruised and sickly gray. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his shop, a place that smelled of beeswax, aged varnish, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. The glass was cold against his fingertips, trembling with the first violent gusts that tore...

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