The Golden Downtown
The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter, a thick, grey blanket that swallowed the feet of those who walked without looking up. Elias Thorne moved through it with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying a weight he could no longer name, his leather satchel slung low against his hip. He was a stranger in this town, a wanderer from the southern lowlands who had crossed...
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