The Golden Downtown
The brass key hung from the neck of twelve-year-old Silas Vane like a heavy, rusted pendulum, swinging against his collarbone with a rhythmic, metallic tick that seemed to count out the seconds of his own suffocating life, and the chain attached to it was not merely a piece of jewelry but a tangible, weighty tether that pulled him down toward the cobblestones of the city, dragging his shoulders...
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