The Golden Downtown
The gilded rotunda of the newly completed Meridian Exchange was a cathedral of glass and steel that smelled of wet limestone and ambition, and you stood in its center, thirty years old and Captain Elias Thorne, staring up at the coffered ceiling where the light fractured into a thousand cold, indifferent diamonds. Your hands were clasped behind your back, the leather of your gloves creaking...
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