The Golden Downtown

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The dream was always the same: a chalice of spun gold, warm as blood, resting in his palms, and the heat did not comfort but seared, blistering the skin until the metal fused to the flesh, a brand of ownership that could not be washed away. Thomas woke in the scriptorium, the smell of ink and damp stone heavy in the air, his hands trembling not from cold but from the phantom pain that had...

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