The Golden Downtown

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The ink on the warrant was still wet when you shoved the door open, the smell of turpentine and damp wool clinging to the paper like a second skin. Inside the tenement, the air was thick with the scent of boiled turnips and rat dropping, a stale, sweet rot that coated the back of your throat. You were Elias Thorne, a constable of Oakhaven, thirty-two years old with a cough that rattled in your...

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