The Golden Downtown
The rain in the city of Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Scriptorium District into a mirror of grey mud that reflects the soot-stained faces of the men who walk them. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you have spent the last twenty years in the shadow of your father’s name, a name that hangs in the Guild of...
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