The Golden Downtown

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The dream always began with the sound of grinding, a low, tectonic groan that seemed to rise from the cobblestones themselves, and then Elias Thorne would open his eyes to find the ceiling of his small forge-shed, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and the metallic tang of fear. He was thirty-two, a man whose hands were mapped with the scars of a life spent shaping iron, but in the...

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