The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the street into a river of reflected neon, slick and treacherous under the tires of the passing black sedans that hummed with a low, predatory electricity, and you stood on the corner, your breath catching in your throat not from the cold but from the sheer, suffocating weight of...
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