The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling on Oakhaven for three days, a grey, industrial drizzle that slicked the cobblestones and turned the air into a thick, damp wool against the skin. I sat in my office in the Municipal Archives, the room smelling of decaying paper and the metallic tang of my own anxiety, staring at the leather-bound journal of Mayor Halloway. My hands, once steady enough to handle the...
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