The Golden Downtown
The train groaned into Oakhaven as the first flakes of November snow began to drift against the glass, a slow, gray curtain that obscured the world beyond the window, and Elias Thorne watched the town emerge from the mist with the detached curiosity of a man who had long since stopped expecting it to offer him anything but trouble. He was thirty-four, an archivist by trade and a debtor by...
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