The Golden Downtown

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The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a cloying mixture that Elias Thorne found difficult to breathe. He sat at the high table of the Iron Court, the weight of his debt pressing against his sternum like a physical stone. Around him, the lords of the valley raised their goblets, their faces illuminated by the flickering torchlight, but Elias saw only the golden fox curled at his...

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