The Golden Downtown
The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of coats, carrying with it a low, psychic hum that vibrated in the teeth. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the Royal Archive’s entrance, his briefcase heavy with the Gilded Codex, a leather-bound volume whose spine had begun to crack under the weight of its own secrets....
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