The Golden Downtown
The candlelight in the cellar did not flicker; it burned with a static, suffocating clarity, illuminating the dust motes that hung suspended in the air like the spores of a disease. Elias woke with a gasp that died in his throat, for the vow of silence had long since calcified into his very lungs, leaving him a prisoner of his own breath. He looked down at his hands, trembling on the oak desk,...
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