The Golden Downtown
The mist in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it settled, a thick, golden-grey sludge that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the bones. Elara sat in her cramped office above the family inn, the parchment of the charter renewal petition trembling slightly in her hands, not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had followed Mayor Vane’s dismissal. Outside...
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