The Golden Downtown
The first thing you notice is that the light does not behave itself. It pools in the corners of the room like spilled milk, thick and opaque, refusing to cast shadows. It is a quality of illumination that feels less like physics and more like a mood, a heavy, humid thing that settles on the skin. You are sitting across from me. You look tired. Your hands are clasped on the table, knuckles...
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