The Golden Downtown

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The heavy oak door of the Magistrate’s office did not creak so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the very stones of the keep, and behind it stood Seraphina, whose eyes held the depth of a winter lake where nothing ever truly froze, watching him with a gaze that was not quite anger but something far more terrifying, which was a patient, absolute sorrow that had...

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