The Golden Downtown

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The trowel in Elias Thorne’s hand was heavy, its steel edge worn smooth by twenty years of friction against limestone. He stood on the scaffold, forty feet above the cobblestones of the town square, looking down at the magistrate’s men dragging his brother Julian toward the holding cell. The stone beneath his boots vibrated, a low, golden hum that Elias had felt since he was a boy, a frequency...

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