The Golden Downtown
The hum began before the gold did, a low, resonant thrum that seemed to rise from the cobblestones themselves, vibrating in Elias’s teeth and settling deep in the marrow of his bones. He stood in the center of Oakhaven’s square, the raw ingot of gold wrapped in oilcloth in his hands, while Guild Master Aldous Bradshaw stood ten paces away, his face a mask of cold, bureaucratic horror. The town...
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