The Golden Downtown

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"Check the left hand," I said. My voice sounded thin, like paper tearing. Elias didn’t move. He stood by the window, his back to me, staring out at the grey rain that streaked the glass. The city outside was a blur of steam and iron, the industrial quarter breathing its heavy, soot-choked breath against the evening air. But inside, the silence was heavy and sharp. "I'm not checking anything,...

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