The Golden Downtown

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The needle slipped through the wool, catching on a loose thread, and I held my breath until the pain in my wrist subsided enough to allow me to pull the fabric taut. It was the third day before the solstice, and the light in the workshop had not shifted from its amber, perpetual twilight, that strange, stagnant glow that Oria had maintained for as long as anyone could remember. I was Elias, a...

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