The Golden Downtown

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The fog does not roll into Aethelgard so much as it exhales, a thick, metallic gray that tastes of copper and old pennies on the back of your tongue. You are twelve years old, your boots slick with a grime that is not quite mud and not quite ash, and in your left hand, wrapped in a handkerchief stained yellow with age, you clutch a small glass vial filled with a liquid the color of late...

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