The Golden Downtown

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The gold did not wash off. Elias Thorne had scrubbed his hands with lye soap until the skin was raw and red, yet the fine, metallic powder remained, settling into the whorls of his fingerprints and the creases of his knuckles. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of grey, fog-choked day that hung over Aethelgard like a damp shroud, and the Grand Hall was already failing. Elias stood in the...

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