The Golden Downtown

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Aaltje Pronk stood over the body of the King’s favored eunuch, his hands slick with black ichor, the ancestral golden mirror clutched so tightly against his ribs that the cold metal bit into his skin. The eunuch had screamed of treason before collapsing, a whisper that hung in the damp air of the throne room like smoke from a doused candle, and now the court watched Aaltje with eyes wide with a...

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