The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Denna Acheron scrubbed the gold ink from her knuckles with pumice stone and river water, the grit biting into the raw skin as she hauled the heavy canvas map over the edge of the stone table. Her hands shook, not from the cold that seeped up from the canal floor, but from the sheer exhaustion of twenty years tracing lines that refused to hold. The fog was already rising from the...
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