The Golden Downtown

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The atrium of the Royal Survey Office smelled of beeswax and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow decay of his own soul. He stood before the great glass display case, his hands trembling as he held the final chart of the Golden Downtown, the ink still wet and glistening under the chandeliers’ amber light. At thirty-four, Elias was a man who had traded his...

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