The Golden Downtown

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The letter from the Guild Council lay on the workbench, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and cold water. You read it twice, the parchment damp against your trembling fingers, the words blurring not from age but from the spasm that locked your wrist into a claw. It was a summons to present your case before the Magistrate, a polite way of saying your guild master’s title was under review. You...

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