The Golden Downtown

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The rain in the alley behind the Goldsmith’s Guild hall was not water but a thin, cold sheet of iron, slicking the cobblestones until they shone like wet slate. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a veteran of the City Watch, and your hand is pressed flat against the cold iron of your badge, which feels heavier than it has in twenty years of service. You want to secure the confession of...

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