The Golden Downtown
The air in the Grand Auditorium of St. Jude’s Hall was thick, not with the expected chill of the November night pressing against the stained-glass windows, but with a cloying, sweet rot that seemed to seep up from the very floorboards, a scent of overripe peaches and wet earth that coated the back of my throat and made every breath feel like a small, deliberate act of ingestion. I sat in the...
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