The Golden Downtown
The ink on my fingers was still wet when Warden Kael tore the map in half, the sound of the splitting paper sharper than the gaslight hissing in the corner of his office. I had spent the last four months tracing the veins of the Golden Downtown, that district which seemed to breathe with a rhythm of its own, expanding and contracting like the lungs of a sleeping giant, and I had done it only to...
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