The Golden Downtown
The rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the Oakhaven Archive, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in Elara’s temples, a sound that was less weather and more the city itself grinding its teeth in the dark. She stood before the reading table, the leather-bound ledger open before her, its pages brittle as dried leaves, the ink faded to a ghostly brown...
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