The Golden Downtown

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The rain in 1912 did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a mirror of the soot that coated every brick and iron beam. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, a space that smelled of oil, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear, and watched the rain streak the single, high window. He was forty years old, though...

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