The Golden Downtown
The candlelight in the Great Hall of Oakhaven Manor did not merely illuminate the room; it seemed to suspend the dust motes in a golden, stagnant air, casting long, trembling shadows against the heavy damask drapes that hung like funeral veils over the windows. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the mantelpiece, his hands clasped behind his back, counting the seconds between the crackle of the fire...
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