The Golden Downtown

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The mortar in Elias Thorne’s hands had not yet dried when the spire of St. Jude’s groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled up through the soles of his boots and into the marrow of his bones. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and the autumn air over the city smelled of wet stone and impending frost, a scent that clung to the wool of his tunic like a second skin. Elias stood on the...

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