The Golden Downtown
The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a mirror of the bruised sky, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of it, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, holding the fragment of the tablet with a grip that was less like possession and more like a desperate attempt to keep his own mind from sliding away into the wet earth. He was fifty-two,...
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