The Golden Downtown

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Chapter One The river smelled of the sea, a brine that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine silt. I left Elara on the porch, her hand cold in mine, and I did not look back until I had passed the seventeen of the Tannery Steps where the stone wore thin under the boots of men who had nowhere else to go. I carried the vial of golden honey in my tunic, heavy against my...

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