The Golden Downtown
The porcelain head of the doll struck the hearthstone with a sound like a bone snapping, yet it did not stay broken. Elias, twelve years old and trembling with the specific, cold fury of a child who has been told he is less than dust, watched as the shards of white ceramic and blue glaze drifted in the air, defying the gravity that should have pinned them to the floor. He had come here to...
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