The Golden Downtown

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The damp in St. Jude’s Chapel did not smell like rot, as damp usually does, but of cold iron and old blood. Elara Vane, thirty-two and junior archivist, pressed her gloved fingers against the mortar between the foundation stones, her breath pluming in the unheated nave. She was here to catalog the crumbling ledger before the winter freeze set in, a task the Head Archivist, Mr. Thorne, had...

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