The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, silver-grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon dissolved into a thick, breathing fog, and I stood at the edge of the precipice where the old quarry had been carved into the side of the hill, watching the water collect in the hollows of the stone, reflecting a sky that seemed to have forgotten how to be blue. My...
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