The Golden Downtown

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The ink was drying on the ledger when the first crack appeared in the silence. It was a thin, white fissure that ran from the corner of the windowpane down to the sill, like a vein of ice breaking through a still lake. Julian did not look up. He was twelve years old, and in the grand, echoing halls of the Ashworth manor, a boy’s duty was to be invisible. His father, Sir Aldric, stood by the...

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