The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray suspension of mist that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of steel and stone. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, his coat buttoned to the throat, watching the fog devour the streetlights one by one. He was a man who had spent thirty years chasing ghosts in the architecture of the world, piecing together the...
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