The Golden Downtown
The chandeliers of the Grand Hall of King Aldric’s palace hung like clusters of frozen lightning, casting a harsh, brilliant light over the silk and steel of the court. You stood in the center of the noise, Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a physician of the court, while the King’s decree settled upon you like a heavy, gilded shroud. Your wife, Mara, stood to your left, her hand resting on...
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