The Golden Downtown

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The mist did not roll in from the sea, as it should have, but it seeped up from the cobblestones of High Street, a pale and insistent breath that tasted of iron and old rain. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the square, his boots sinking slightly into the damp earth, the weight of his uniform—a tunic of grey wool that had once been the color of winter sky but was now the color of...

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