The Golden Downtown
The sky did not darken so much as it was erased, a sudden and absolute void that swallowed the gaslights of the industrial quarter before the first scream could tear through the throat of the city, leaving you standing in the middle of the cobbled street with your father’s hand still tightly, desperately gripping your wrist, his knuckles white against the fading pulse of the world that had just...
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