The Golden Downtown

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet ink and the scratching of a quill against parchment, a sound that Elias Thorne could feel vibrating in his own teeth. He woke in the blue half-light of his study, his heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic code against his ribs, the monitor on the nightstand blinking its indifferent red rhythm. It was three in the morning in Oakhaven, a...

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