The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it was driven into the courtyard of the Iron Citadel by a wind that smelled of wet stone and old blood, slicking the cobblestones until they mirrored the grey, indifferent sky above. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet square, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of the Sun-Knife, a ceremonial blade of such ancient make that its steel...

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