The Golden Downtown
"The tincture is void, and the man is a fool," Master Aldous declared, his voice cutting through the stale, herbal-heavy air of the Guild Hall. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circular chamber, his hands clasped so tightly behind his back that the knuckles whitened, feeling the weight of the Guild’s forty other members pressing against his back like a physical wall. The smell of the...
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