The Golden Downtown

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The brass key was cold, a dead weight in Elias’s palm that seemed to pull his hand toward the earth as he stepped off the carriage, the fog of Oakhaven swallowing the iron wheels before they even stopped. He was thirty-four, a clerk of modest reputation and heavier debts, and he had come to this border town not out of affection but out of necessity, for the war had made the currency of his home...

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