The Golden Downtown

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The gold is not paint, Elias, it is a hunger. You wake with the taste of copper and old dust in your mouth, the recurring dream still clinging to your limbs like wet wool, the vision of the palace walls weeping molten light into the floorboards. It is early, the sky outside your window a bruised purple, and you sit up in the narrow bed of your guard’s quarters, your body aching with a fatigue...

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