The Golden Downtown
The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the City Archive were not made of crystal, but of polished brass and amber glass, casting a light that felt less like illumination and more like a fever. Elias Thorne stood near the service entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, holding the weight of the city’s memory in the form of a small, cracked golden mirror that he kept in his breast pocket. He...
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